Regarding the "Memorial Time Visits".
Here it is, Sunday morning. I haven't taken a shower, my hair's up in a pony-tail and I'm cleaning the house. My dogs start going wild and I look out the window to see a four-door car pull up in my driveway. As soon as I see someone in a suit open the door, I knew who was visiting. Unfortunately, I didn't have a speech prepared and I just didn't answer the door. My husband was in the shower, or he would have taken the two to TASK!
It's my fault, though, let me explain. Two years ago, two sisters showed up at my door and I answered it. I explained that I had been disfellowshipped for many years and that I was not interested in going back to the KH. That set off a series of "elder visits" to my door. The first time they came, my husband politely, but firmly, told them to leave. I was (literally) having a panic attack and made him answer the door. The second time they came, my husband was just plain mad and told them, not so politely, that if they didn't leave immediately he would have them arrested for trespassing. They left. That was about a year or so ago.
I'm pretty sure the ones that showed up today were elders. I wish I wasn't such a chicken-sh*t and answered the door myself and told them off. Damn!
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