alfalfa is deceiving

I don't know why, but today, I was thinking about a certain alfalfa field in Idaho that me and my cousin trampled all over while we were supposed to be manning the sign-in book at another cousin's wedding reception (or the gift table... or possibly nothing. It was a while ago... what's relevant is that when me and said cousin went off to 'explore' on our own at these inevitable family gatherings, it always felt like a 'great escape' kind of situation.). We thought it was weeds. Or at least, that's what I thought. Which I ended up sharing with irate Idaho farmer when he asked what the H-E-double hockey sticks we were doing.

Well, kind sir, we're running through your lovely field of weeds.

It's an easy mistake to make people. Of course, my first clue should have been that these particular weeds were strangely well organized. Decidedly untouched, if you will, when me and my cousin made up our minds to trample (the word bears repeating. Again. No other really will really justify) through this kind humble farmer's livelihood.

I felt terrible. Really. I did. I felt even more terrible when I discovered that said cousin, who had ducked her cute little grass stained red hair under the neck high alfalfa once said humble farmer started cursing us (wait... no, there was just me) was not about to offer any explanations of her own.

You see though... this has been my problem. When people ask me a question, I assume that I'm supposed to answer them. Like when Sister Hawkins asked the senior primary what their new year resolutions were a month into me being the new kid in said senior primary. I raised my hand and shared with the class that I was resolving to flush the toilet when I was done. Sister Hawkins turned red, everyone laughed, and guess what? I was actually confused. I thought it was a brilliant new years resolution. Mom was always bugging me to flush the darn toilet, which, honestly, I never thought was all that important, because, with three brothers in the house, the toilet would get flushed. Believe me. By the time I got a turn, I figured, what's the point? But, in the spirit of being a better daughter, I thought, hey, I can try that.

And I wondered why I was having trouble making friends that 6th grade year.

Just to be clear, I didn't resolve that year to wash my hands. I already had that one covered from the year before. So, check and check.