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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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. |
| See how he's dying inside? |
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?
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| YIKES! |
Since we're going to a restaurant, let's hope it's his blue jeans.
Happy birthday honey!
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