to start. Both of them lovely gals from my old ward. It was nice to
Before devotional, they often play BYU Weekly, and yesterday was no
different. On the screen came me, hosting, smiling in my gray suit, red
tie, and contact lenses.
In the midst of our conversation, I pointed up at the screen,
indicating, That's Me, THERE I AM.
They looked at the screen, then back at me, and one asked, "Oh, do you
work with that guy?"
Very Funny. Yes, I answered. But when they continued on without further
comment, I realized they weren't kidding, that they both actually hadn't
I backpeddled on our discussion and pointed out, THAT'S ME. They were
"They're talking about you? Did you write this?"
What? Yes, I wrote it, but you're missing the point, THAT IS ME ON THE
SCREEN. THE PERSON ON THE TELEVISION TALKING TO YOU IS THE SAME PERSON
SITTING NEXT TO YOU. I AM HIM.
Amazing, really. I suppose I look really great on TV or really dull in
reality. Maybe both.
-Sent from Austin's phone.