Without Halos, Without Pride

I gave a talk in sacrament meeting a couple Sundays ago. Wanna hear something hilarious? I sang a solo. And I did really bad. My main comfort is that I apologized beforehand. Justin says it's fitting that I sang badly because after all, you can't say, "Sorry but I'm going to sing a song for you" and then sing pretty. Plus it was a camp song. Pretty singing not required. Here's the song:

Do your pants hang low

Does your bellybutton show

Is your shirt too tight

Can you breathe alright

Is your skirt too high

Are you showing too much thigh

Are you dressing modestly

And then at the end of the song you HAVE to say, "Remember, modest is hottest." I debated whether to omit the song or not because I knew it was self-inflicted humiliation. Ann Rabe sings a solo?? I still laugh when I think of it, usually during the hymns. Justin said one lady told him that she felt she had gotten to know me so much better thru my talk. I found that frightening. Actually, the whole business of giving a talk is frightening. Kinda fun, but mostly frightening. It was such a relief to have it over, I felt like the other speakers and I should go have a party.