It's Leisure Suit Season!

Conference Sunday means different things to different people...

For some, it's a day to enjoy the fact that wearing pajamas to church is totally socially acceptable (unless of course you actually attend in the Conference Center and then that might be weird).

For others, it's a day to feast on lots of homemade goodness...pies, rolls, and marshmallow cream popcorn, just to name a few.  

For most it means a day (or two if you're really good) of being spiritually fed.  

For many it means power naps during MoTab songs, games with family, a week off from church callings, and other excellent things.

And of course all those things are important.  But for me, the main significance of October's Conference Sunday is the launch of...

you guessed it...LEISURE SUIT SEASON!  But not the kind of leisure suit I'm sure you're imagining (as seen above), even though they are rather dapper.  

This...

is what I mean when I say leisure suit.  Comfortable.  Warm.  Cozy.  Versatile.  And sometimes cute...depending on the fluctuating size of my buttocks.  

Even though I don't particularly like late Fall, Winter, and early Spring weather, I do like that the cooler weather brings on leisure suit season.  Because I love leisure suit season.  I can't fully express why...I just do.  

So, until April Conference weekend brings the end of leisure suit season, I'll enjoy every moment by lounging around in one of my several leisure suits every second I'm not out in public...and maybe even sometimes when I am.  

Conference...beautiful bookends to a fantastic season of comfort and warmth!  Bring on the cold!  

Cheese Puffs and Polygamists...

I've often, while grocery shopping, thought to myself, 'who buys those giant tubs o' cheese puffs?'  You know...the ones the size of a small child...

literally, a small child.  

To me cheese puffs look like styrofoam balls dusted in a powdery orange paint.  Disgusting.  And the fact that often these cheese balls are sold in massive tubs...double disgusting.  (At least in the humble opinion of my taste buds.)

Anyway, someone must buy them or they'd stop making them, right?  But I don't know of one person who buys and/or consumes them, and I never see strangers buying them...even super sketchy late-night Walmart roamers.  

And that, folks, is why I've always felt like one of the greatest mysteries of our time, besides the questions of: what really happened at Area51, where does Sasquatch live, and who really assassinated JFK...is...who eats cheese balls?  

Side note: Speaking of conspiracy theories...one of my brothers told me the other day that he thinks the skinny jean fad is a conspiracy by makers of jeans to cut costs, and therefore increase profits, because skinny jeans take less fabric than normal jeans.  He is basing this on the fact that skinny jeans are actually only flattering on the body of 1 in 100,000 people.  So, there's no logical reason for a fad that makes us all look fat.  Therefore, it must be a conspiracy theory.  Kinda makes sense to me...what do you think?  End side note.  

Anyway, after years of yearning and searching for the cheese ball answer, tonight as I was in Walmart...boom, just like that, the answer was there...as I saw a couple of these...

buying one of those giant tubs o' puffs.  So, there you have it.  Based on a sample size of two, I'm going to conclude that polygamists are the ones causing the demand for cheese puffs.  And it makes sense...if you've got to feed 40 kids on one man's income...you've got to have some filler food in your children's diets...and what better substance than orange colored styrofoam to keep the kids' stomachs satisfied?