I was talking to Megan about how she felt that her brother was leaving for 2 years.
"Do you know what the worst part is?" I asked her, "He shares a bedroom with Ryan!"
"Why is that the worst part?"
"Well, because you won't get his bedroom!" I answered.
Seriously, when my brother left for his mission his room went up for grabs immediately.
That isn't to say there were no tears shed at the airport; I think we all cried when we dropped him off. It is to say, though, that the minute we got back to the house we went down to the basement and moved all the bedrooms around.
I think my mom started the project more as a way to get her mind off the fact that her little baby was taking off to Brazil for 2 years and that the President Christensen prayed that the plane wouldn't fall apart or malfunction on the way down, and that he'd be free from illness and insect bites and spider bites and snake bites and rat bites and dog bites and...bird bites.
Let's just say that had my brother not been blessed with all he was blessed with when he was set apart that he would have had several more mishaps on his mission.
I mean, when he landed in Brazil a panel inside the plane dislodged and landed on some seats. Things could have been a lot worse. The whole plane could have fallen apart mid-flight. You never know.
Anyway, since I already had my own room I just kept mine as it was. Patrick and Josie did a big swap up, though. Josie moved into Patrick's room, and
The same thing happened when I got married. Because I had been smart enough to keep my own room when David left my territory was still clearly marked when he got home from his mission. So he moved into Patrick's bedroom. When I got married, about a year later, David claimed my bedroom. I still haven't figured out why since he doesn't even live at home...
In other news, I just discovered that my fly was down. It's almost 9 PM. We went to the Bestor's at 3 PM...and I just noticed it was down now.
"Oh, my fly is down!" I said while I pulled it up.
"Oh, yeah!" said Andrew, "I meant to tell you that. You didn't do up your zipper when you put on your pants."
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, I noticed when we first got to the Bestor's and you were talking to Melissa, but then I saw the cookies and I was like, 'Whoa! Cookies!' and then I forgot to tell you."
"You mean," I asked, "That my zipper was down for six hours and you knew it and you never told me?"
"But there were cookies..."
Yes, and my fly was down for six hours and the whole branch was there to see it!