"No Crying At Work!"

The things you hear yourself telling yourself sometimes....I tell ya.

(This is the red exit sign near my designated "freak out" corner at work. Otherwise the hallway is totally dark. When I need to escape for a minute or two, this corner works amazingly well.)

I was still pretty upset about my visitor last night. I did cry a little at work today, from relief. I heard back from Bishop George - he confirmed my theory that he'd told everyone in the ward to let us alone and not contact us. I truly love this human. He is one of the good ones.

Fortunately, in between crying jags, I was able to get some work done. This mask I had to fix, with its tie sewn up into the binding, cracked me up:

And I sewed more ends:

After work, these two came to pick up C and me, and take us to Muchas Gracias for burritos:

Later: Hubby received a Father's Day card from the Elders Quorum president. 

This coincided well with my conversation with George. He asked me what kind of contact had been happening and I was able to throw this in. He assured me that due to reshuffling of some ward presidencies, his instructions had been lost, but he would see to it that we were left alone after this. It's weird to hear myself say this, but I'm really glad that he's the bishop.

I blocked all the ward members on my Facebook friends list, except him and his wife Joni. I don't trust anyone else.

Happily, this girl exists:

....and her goofball parents: