At 55 He's Finally Lost The Suit

To: Abbottsville Fourth Ward
From: Donna Banta
Subject: Mark's Annual Birthday Post!

For as far back as he can remember, my husband, Mark, had to wear the suit on Sunday.

November 1959

At 19 he served an LDS mission, and sweated it out in the Indonesian jungle in both the suit and the Mormon temple garments. 

Mark is second from the left

Then he came home, got married, and got a couple of college degrees. Then he got a job. Pretty soon he was wearing the suit plus the garments every day of the week, and for 3+ hours on Sunday. He told himself he was happy. But it was all a lie.

See how he's dying inside?

Eventually he quit going to church. He claimed he quit going because he no longer believed and was opposed to the Mormon leadership's stand on social issues.

But I blame the suit. Also the Mormon underwear.

The reason I blame the suit and the underwear is because last week when I invited him to write the Fantasy Friday post over on White and Delightsome, this is what he came up with:

Scene: Brother Banta is watching a ball game in his boxer shorts and drinking a Steel Reserve. The phone rings, and the bishop’s name appears on the caller ID. Brother Banta puts down his ghetto beer, picks up the receiver, hollers — “NO” – then hangs up. He takes another swig of Steel Reserve.

So what do you think he'll wear for his birthday dinner tonight? His boxer shorts?

Or maybe his birthday suit?

YIKES!

Since we're going to a restaurant, let's hope it's his blue jeans.

Happy birthday honey!