Auditions, now that I think if it, went splendid.
If my nerves weren't acting up so fervently, I would have felt better about it, but, yeah. You know.
Family Home Evening. Oh, dear.
We would never be enlisted into the Mo TAB.
So, you know, over all day, I thought it went pretty good.
Until I got a phone call.
I thought it was my Young Women's Leader.
I missed that phone call.
I called them back.
I asked if Sister Madrid was there.
The man had no idea who I was talking about.
Turns out he was Coach Sampson, my Driver's Ed. teacher.
He wanted to road me this week.
He has a new group because I didn't pick up my phone.
I feel kind of dumb.
I love the mistakes that life teaches us to get over.
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