I have to preface this blog with a blanket statement of appreciation for all the women who work tirelessly on enrichment committees all over the world. I would never want your job. I would never want to, say, fashion biblical terra cotta oil lamps for every woman in the ward. So this is not really meant to be a criticism of you. My real beef is with the LACK of beef at all of these women's functions. There seems to be a world-wide belief that when women get together, they prefer to eat "a light dinner"-- three words that I have come to loathe and dread over the years. Why do people assume that women want to eat a skiff of salad, a quarter cup of soup, a lonely, butterless roll? We keep getting told over and over again that we women should not be so hard on ourselves. Cut ourselves some slack, love ourselves for who we are. This is a good message. It would be even better if it were served up with a big steak and baked potato instead of rabbit food. Just once I would love to bring home a flyer for an enrichment meeting that says "a rack of ribs and half a chicken will be provided for each sister" instead of the usual "child care and a light meal will be provided." Is that so much to ask???
Before I go, here's a little London teaser:
Not only did I see the queen and Sienna Miller on the same day, I also got a chance to meet: