I am an Air Head

I have tried many years to deny it, but now I have accepted it. I know it is not because I have blond hair, my sister is as air headed as you get, and she is a red head. My mom is pretty ditsy at times too, and she has brown hair. It must be in the genes.

Recently I took a new calling at our church to serve as the visiting teaching supervisor. With this calling I get to look at the names of those who are in our ward. While reviewing the names I came across one sister who I have worked with for several months and realized I have been calling her the wrong name. Her correct last name is Sam Fong, and I have been calling her Sister Kipp Sam Fong which is her husbands first name combined with the last (really dumb, I know). When I told a friend of my embarrasement, she replied, "I know, Sister Sam Fong mentioned it to me some time ago that you had her name wrong, and I kept forgetting to tell you."

I am glad I have been able to provide some comic relief on Sundays as I have been referring to the primary pianist with the wrong name. Sister Sam Fong, I am sorry, your name will forever be in my mind from this point on. Just wish I could have figured this out sooner.