Just when you think you know it all . . . bam, you don't.
One thing I didn't know that I didn't know is that in our ward the Young Men take turns bringing bread for the sacrament each week.
I also didn't know that today was my son's turn to bring the bread for the sacrament.
Until moments before the sacrament began.
Imagine my chagrin.
Chagrin actually feels a lot like a panic attack when all you have is hot dog buns in your bread box.
I didn't even have enough time to break the sabbath in order to secure a loaf of sacrament bread. In other words, buying it and stealing it were out of the question. I had to stoop to begging and borrowing. With moments to spare, I put in an emergency 911 call to my next door neighbor. Her bread was frozen.
"But I have a lot of hot dog buns!" she offered.
Is it bad to repent of all of your sins with hot dog buns?