don't look at me.

today in the singles ward i had a little conversation with the stacie bean. we were sitting in the pews looking at one another. how we got to this point in a conversation i could not for the life of me recall but alas we got there.

it went a little bit like this:

stace: so when we went to the bathroom, and i was washing my hands i looked up. and i saw myself. and i thought... that's me?! that's what i look like?!

kate: i know! you're looking at me. you look at me all the time! and i'm looking at you! these are my hands! mine!

* i continue to show her my hands*

stace: i look like a big fat lard.

kate: no i'm the big fat lard! you have to look one all day too! how do you stand being friends with me?

stace: obviously i don't have a problem with it. i've been friends with you all these years.

during the entire conversation i could not stand the fact that stacie could see me and i couldn't see my face. so i covered it.