atrophied eggs

In my kindness,

I gave a ride to Sister Nation

over to our Bishop's place

to pick up her car.

Sister Nation is a senior Missionette

who is based in Christchurch

working at National Achieves

photographing old records for family history.

She does this 5 days a week

 all day, unpaid.

Actually she pays for the priviledge.

She also does lots of wonderful, helpful things.

Lots of lovely kind acts of service

such as helping out before Church

at our Bishop's house

while the mother of the house, Mel

is recovering from a torn calf muscle

she collected whilst playing netball.

Bad, bad netball.

So on Sunday I took Sister Nation to get her car

and we chatted.

I'm pretty relaxed and it's very hard to offend me.

(bad manners offend me that's about it,

I am my mother's daughter).

Sister Nation did the usual things

lovely Church members do,

quiz me about my single status.

It's par for the course, it's fine.

I look very much younger than I am

so when I told her how old I am,

she blurted out...

"Your eggs have atrophied!"

That's awesome.

I loved that she said that.

That's fresh.

Cracked me up.

Still does.

My egg have atrophied.

I like it.