The Last Dispensation of the Fullnesss of Times... DING!

First thing, I need to apologize to my Relief Society. I tried to listen, I promise.

Sunday was very nice all around. It was a gorgeous day. I had a good time. I hadn't been to church in a few weeks, with Conference and illness and such. It was nice to see my friends and get a chance to talk.

I have been attending the Marital and Family Relations class - which was all about Finance and Balancing a Budget, which I totally needed - and then went to the RS room. I usually like to sit more toward the back. That way I don't have to be asked to do anything, and I mentioned this to my friend Andrea, but there wasn't room in the back, so we moved to the second row. Nobody sat on the front row, of course, so we had a great view of our RS Presidency.

First thing Andrea got asked to say the closing prayer and read something for the class. WAHOO! I escaped it! But that was not what turned everything to bad.

To be honest, I don't even remember what the lesson was on besides, "THE LAST DISPENSATION OF THE FULLNESS OF TIMES." When the teacher said this for the first time, I turned to Andrea and said, "During Conference we play a little game and every time they say that I make a little DING! sound to see how many times they say it." We both did a little giggle, but went on. When someone said it again, I just took my little finger and made a checkmark in the air and mouthed "DING!" and we thought it was funny.

But I don't know what it is about that phrase - once it is uttered it must be repeated and repeated. And it was starting to really get funny. I trid keeping track, but lost count.

Then dear Sis. Cooper, who was sitting right behind us, responded to a question and repeated it 5 times! Andrea and I both lost it. I had to hold in the laughter, which was so painful the back of my head hurt. I put my head down to cover my face from the RS PRES, who might have thought I was out of line and tears... YES! tears of laughter came streaming down my face. I really struggled to compose myself, but they just kept saying it. And our poor teacher Sis. Lewis saw my face and was touch, because she saw the tears and thought I was feeling the spirit. In her testimony alone she said it 4 times!

To add to it, it was warm in the room and Andrea had a little notepad she was using to fan yourself. During some point toward the end of the lesson she smacked herself across the face. I almost had to be excused.

Needless to say, I learned MY lesson and won't sit in the front anymore.

But, now I pass it on to you and see if you can get through "THE LAST DISPENSATION OF THE FULLNESS OF TIMES" without hearing a "DING!" at the end.