partners in crime.

disclaimer: this post has no pictures... for confidentiality reasons. but i promise you the story more than makes up for it.

last night was the first night of community service at the bountiful pantry. or, in other words, hours 1 and 2 of 100. two down, 98 to go.

head mistress stephanie gave us a little orientation before we got started. the rules of serving at the bountiful pantry:

1. meet and greet the little old ladies in the front when you walk in the door.
2. sign the sign in book. or else your hours won't count.
3. confidentiality is key. no one will ask what you're here for {but, they will try to guess...}
4. no hustling the women. and that is for real.
5. no stealing from the pantry shelves. {although, we are allowed to take bread and cookies from the back shelf... because they goes bad too quickly and they can't go through them fast enough}

as we were ready to get started, stephanie says, "let me turn you over to ____________ {fill in the blank with a dude name... i don't really remember}." and then she whispers, "he's really cute... and single!"

he looked like a felon.

his first question: "so, are you two partners in crime or just friends?" uhh... what happened to rules 3 and 4?

98 hours might seem like an uphill battle {especially if we have to get them done before the end of april...} BUT. BUT. BUT. head mistress stephanie gave us a leg up in the form of a...

FEMININE HYGIENE PRODUCTS DRIVE

that's right, folks. bring us your tampons and other miscellaneous items too embarassing to mention in my blog. for every ONE hour of service we actually do in organizing it... she will count FOUR {because "it's an uncomfortable situation... and we're really putting ourselves out there."}

so stay tuned... i might be calling you to ask for help. you could be standing on the side of the road next to the little caesar's hot-n-ready dude and liberty tax's uncle sam... dancing with a giant board that says "i want your tampons"...