The following is a true story. I'd like to try and change the names (okay, only MY name) to protect the innocent but as you will see, I did that and it didn't work out so well.
I was sitting in Relief Society on Sunday, a little freaked out about leading the music since it's not something I usually do.
As I was sitting there contemplating all that could go wrong, I realized that a new neighbor that I hadn't met was sitting right behind me. Austin is particularly excited because they have a little girl who is in his class at school.
I turned around to her and said, "Hi, I'm Austin Fronk."
Something in my head didn't click quite right, so when I realized my mistake I said, "Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm not Austin Fronk, I'm Morgan Fronk." (I'm not sure why Morgan's name came up at that time.)
I think I started physically shaking my head once I realized THAT mistake so I tried one last time.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that, Austin Fronk is my daughter. He's in your daughter's class at school."
At that point my friend Lisa, who was also sitting behind me, started laughing and said, "Austin isn't your daughter, he's your son."
After that I don't really even know where the conversation went but hopefully the treats that Austin and I am taking them tonight will help with the situation.
Long vacation needed? I think we can all agree on that. (Or some very strong medication.)