Some have requested “Julieisms” this story isn’t quite a Julieism but it’s down the same alley. When I was in Young Women’s (I was Mia Maid age so I was about 15) for an activity we decided to make scones in the kitchen. (Now, if I’m not telling this correctly Lulu butt in). Everything was going well, we were making delicious scones until we started a grease fire. Our advisor told us to throw flour on it – to our defense we did question her and asked, “Don’t you mean baking soda?” but she said flour would be fine. Well, the flour didn’t work it just made it worse. Going on simultaneously was a cub scout recognition in the gym (which was right across from the kitchen) so I ran into the gym and I yelled (and yes I’m sure I was dramatic) “There is a fire in the kitchen!!!” It went silent then people started laughing (as if they didn’t believe me) then the fire alarm went off, and they knew. All was well (it was Brother Tunbridge who put the fire out for us). My dad was bishop at the time and he was in his office when he heard the alarm so he came out to see what the problem was when I hear the following:
Dad: What is going on?
John Woodman: [Laughing] Your daughter did it.
Dad: She does have accidental pyro tendencies (referring to the time I accidentally lit my parents’ carpet on fire – but that’s a whole different story).
There you go some history about me that you may have never known.
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