So I enjoyed another monthly jaunt to the Matises' home tonight. Saw the old familiar faces I generally see only at these monthly gatherings, minus a few. Reflected on some thoughts on the sacrament and the atonement. Had some good conversation. And as usual, the refreshments were plentiful and delicious. Tonight, there was a spread of several kinds of fruit, more fruit than I've seen in one place in a long time.
...yes, let the wordplay roll. The fruity buffet provided excellent fodder for all kinds of witty comments. One of the highlights was when my friend, "Danish Boy" (oh great, now I'm going to get even MORE hits on my blog from random Googlers looking for Danish boys), was raving about how much he loves cantaloupe, and I said the watermelon was really good, too, and the strawberries, and all of the fruit there. He then piped in, quite innocently, "Yeah, Marilyn sure knows how to pick her fruits." I paused and smirked, then looked at Danish Boy, who had not yet realized the comedy of his statement, then looked back at Sister Matis, who had a funny close-lipped smile on her face too. Then Danish Boy realized what he'd said, and we had a good laugh, and she loved it. She shared his unintentional double entendre with several other guests before we all filtered out. I enjoy her.
A benefit of lingering late: I got to take a bunch of fruit home. And yes, the fruit I was taking home was the edible, food kind. The other kind I don't take home without at least going out to dinner first.