My dad has Alzheimer’s. He was VERY concerned about the fine he was going to receive from being on the field, but I’m so grateful I’ll have this memory with him. #GoCougs
@iiTzz_Tyrell My dad used to go to the gas station with our stake president on Sunday mornings to fill their mugs. He was one of the greatest men I knew so I don’t judge myself too harshly if I go get myself a diet Mountain Dew on Sundays.
Pro tip from a friend with bison: if the tail starts wagging vigorously, trouble is on the way. When the tail goes straight up, it's too late, trouble has arrived. Watch the tail.
Fun fact: my nephew, who happens to be 7 feet tall, can’t ride Space Mountain at Disneyland. He is too tall and runs the risk of decapitation. Now, if that doesn’t make you want to ride this roller coaster in the dark, I don’t know what does.
@joyinbecomingp1 I’m genuinely curious how it’s immodest? Because it shows your shoulders? My stake president just did a 5th Sunday lesson where he said “garment length is not a measuring stick for worthiness” and I loved that. To each their own.