Cookie dropoff

I probably shouldn't share this story and "Laura" will probably be mad when I do but I am certain that all of the readers of my blog are female and none of them will do anything more to embarrass us than we have already done to embarrass ourselves.

Okay, here goes:

There is a boy in my ward named....."Jonathan Tortoise" who is a bit younger than me and somewhat attractive. He and I have spoken only a few times so I know he knows who I am. Jon has a little brother named..."Ian" who is younger than Jon but closer to Laura's age. Both of these brothers are attractive. Jon and I are in correspondence (barely and rarely) and Ian doesn't really know who either of us are.

Brother and Sister Tortoise gave great talks in our sacrament meeting on Sunday and then Ian taught Sunday School. That is when Laura decided that she was in love with him, or at least his face. Because she wanted to get to know Ian better and I don't mind looking at Jon, we plotted.

We decided that we were going to go to the Tortoise household up in Orem (the boys live with their parents, it's not a big deal, it's just free rent...) after Church and deliver some homemade cookies to the parents for their great talks. This was just a guise. We really wanted to "run into" the brothers while at their house and invite them to do something later.

The cookies were baked, plated and wrapped. We got in the car and discussed what potential lies we might have to tell when we got there. With our heads full of great manipulation tactics, we turned the corner. Immediately, something was wrong. There were other cars pulling up to their house and several people getting out. Old people. They were going to have a family dinner. I told Laura to speed past the house and that we would have to do it at another time. She put the petal to the metal and made eye contact with Ian in the driveway at the same time. Good job, not. We flew past the house and realized that we were in a cul-de-sac. What with our suspicious car behavior and the eye contact made, we had made our bed and now it was time to lie in it.

Laura pulled over across the street from the house and we got out and approached the front door. We were greeted by Ian, who looked at us like we were complete strangers, and also by the rest of their family, to whom we actually were complete strangers. There was at least two minutes of silence in the entry as cousins and grandparents kissed, hugged and took their shoes off while Laura and I stood in the midst of them, holding a tiny plate of cookies.

Sister Tortoise was delighted to see us and brought us into the dining room to introduce us the whole family. Laura and I noticed that Ian and Jon were not ecstatic to see us but were more confused as to why we were at their house and meeting their extended family. Light introductions finished and we just wanted to get the hell out of there.

We kinda redeemed ourselves because the mom thought that we were really sweet and the little sister thought the cookies were delish. However, we looked like idiots, the boys did not seem impressed that we showed up, we appeared to be as suspicious as we truly were and we did NOT get some "surprise" one-on-one time with the boys.

Laura, try again next Sunday? he he