soul savin'

Well the attempt at church this morning was a failure. So I opted to go to my home ward with Kwiden at 1:00.
The tentative plan was to up and leave after sacrament meeting.
And of course, the whole meeting was focused on missionary work.
After the closing prayer I got up, hugged my grandparents and told Kwiden I'd see her at home. I made it out the front door and maybe a hundred feet down the sidewalk when all of a sudden I hear

"ALEXA WINN!"

.....crap.

It was Hannah Honeycutt, come to save my soul and drag me back into the building.
I adore this girl. But I REALLY wanted to go home.
"Come to Sunday School with me!"
"Erm... no."
"Why not?!"

So I start listing off all of these reasons:
"I don't want to."
"It's a bunch of old people."
"I want to go home."
"I'd be really out of place."
I also forgot to mention that I wasn't feeling well and that I didn't bother to put on my face today and I didn't want to see anyone important. I also could have thrown in the classic "My dog died" or "I have to go pull out my molars."

To each of these she had a better response. Finally she stopped me in my tracks with one sentence.

"If you want to be a sister missionary, you have to go to church."

.....fine.

It really wasn't terrible, but I got a lot more attention than I wanted. I was a visitor. A visitor who had decided she didn't need to wear makeup to church. Which, of course, draws attention to you like a fat girl in a neon purple bikini in Alaska.
All in all, it was good. I would, however, like to start a petition stating that church meetings be reduced to a half hour in length, making the entirety of the church service an hour and a half in length. Even 45 minutes. I'd be okay with that.