wet dog missionary stories....

Miss Kate and I get up early. David loves his sleeping in. So 730am this morning - the Mrs and I headed to coffee. I grabbed my umbrella and boy am I glad I did. Just as I came out - and untethered Miss Kate to head back to David's - the heavens opened hard. I was under the umbrella but Miss Kate was out in it. About five minutes into it - Miss Kate looks up at me as if to say "oh - yeah - laugh it up pretty boy." wow it rained - and we got home very wet. Me waist down and her dripping wet. I had left a towel next to the door. David - claims to be psychic about tiling the entry way to his condo - he says that he knew that one day - he'd have a big strong boyfriend - and that boyfriend would have a wet dog. He says it so plain faced - its incredibly adorable.

and - now on to mormon stories. Yesterday's encounter with Mormons reminds me of my favorite of all missionary stories. As you know - I lived in Boise for seven years. Boise, Idaho is either conservative Catholic or incredibly Mormon. But - - one of my favorite couples there - were a leather couple that one day were gardening - and saw a pair of missionaries coming down the block - and they raced inside - one - getting ready to receive the missionaries - - the other - rushing to the bedroom to get his leathers on - chaps, vest, Daddy cap - etc. They took the bate - and my friend invited them in - and called to his partner to come meet his new friends. "Daddy" showed up in the room in a spiked codpiece - chaps - no shirt - pierced nipples. He stepped up behind his partner chewed on his ear - then reached around and grabbed his partners nipples very aggressively - to which his partner arched his back and whimpered. Faking "recovery" - he literally says "Daddy - these are my new friends." You can just imagine the discomfort among the missionary boys. then Daddy - without missing a beat - says "oh yes. yes, they will do very nicely. particularly the blond." - with which the two missionaries apparently didn't say excuse me - just both headed for the door. My friends imagine a big red WARNING sign next to their address in a Mormon neighborhood book somewhere. They can tell that story and make it last for 20 or thirty minutes with this subtlety and that. It's awesome!

anyhow - - time to go watch some Rachel Maddow and finish my latte.

Update: check out this interesting chronicle article about former 49ers quarterback Steve Young (great-great-great grandson of Brigham Young) putting a No on 8 sign in his yard, as joebehrsandiego says - the commentary is even more interesting.