Ellen was at the end of her rope by the time dinner was served. But she turned on the charm for Santa Claus.
Fresh delicious salad. I don't like salad very much but I like bagged salad even less. A wonderful woman named Ellen cut up the veggies for this salad. I gave her this job because she is new in the ward and her name is Ellen, like my daughter. She got sick and couldn't come to the party, but the salad was (presumably) uncontaminated.
Here is the activities committee sneaking cake in the kitchen. Yes, we coordinated our outfits with each other and with the centerpieces on purpose. That cake is from Maglebys. It is surprisingly affordable (ever priced out pie for a ward party?) And that was not the first or the last piece I ate of it. In fact--and I can tell you this now--I put a box of it in my car while the Relief Society was packaging up the other leftovers for a funeral the next day. What? You think I'm going to hell? MAGLEBYS CAKE IS MUCH TOO RICH FOR THE BEREAVED.
That is my bishop. Can you believe how cute he is? He's married to my co-committee chair--Awkward! Just kidding. It's not awkward. I mean, it's not like I'm in love with him. What? Seriously. I'm not. It's just rare for a bishop to be so handsome.Except in the case of my friend, Mark Magleby, who just became the bishop of my old ward. He too is extremely good looking. I'm totally not in love with him either. Why--does it seem like I'm in love with him? That is so weird because I'm totally not. Anyway, it was a great party and my wonderful ward photographer gave me these beautiful pictures even though he just had surgery. Look, I never said it would be easy to be my ward photographer. I only said it would be worth it.
What's with the rash of handsome bishops?
Want to know more about bishops and ward Christmas parties? Send me your address and I will send you something. Or someone, or two people--companions to be exact. Merry Christmas!