You might be a Mormon if...

you've ever been heart attacked!

One day in June, I had a really bad day; down in the dumps, bluer than blue, sadder than sad. I even called my friend to give up my ticket to see the new Twilight movie opening that night, I was just not in the mood.

Early in the evening, I went to the library and came home to find my garage had been heart attacked!

One of our friends was out walking his dog (they moved into our neighborhood this summer, and also goes to church with us), and said, "someone vandalized your house..." I told him, "You might be a Mormon if you've ever been heart attacked." He laughed, and told me he had never heard of that until he was on his mission, and the sister missionaries told him they had 'heart attacked' someone, and he said, "That doesn't sound very good!"

But, I have a group of GOOD friends, and they gathered their forces and set about cheering me up with some good ol' fashioned heart attacking. They left sweet notes, and it made me feel loved. I love my GOOD girls. (In case you're wondering, 'GOOD' is kind of an inside joke thing, minus the joke part.) I so appreciate their friendship and love them!

They helped cheer me up, and I ended up going to the movie that night. My friend held on to my ticket so I could go. She said she was saving herself for me.

I heart my friends, and paper heart attacks.