With the current state of the economy, many people may be worried about us here at MollyGear.  Do not fear, however.  We will be A.O.K. for several reasons:

1.  Molly Mormons are loaded.  They are throwing money around left and right, and we are just here to pick it up when it falls.

2.  Scripture bags are considered "recession proof".  Like milk or bread or gasoline for the Suburban, people just need it.  They might go without a night at the movies, but a new bag?  How could someone go without that?

3.  Government Money.  Last Tuesday, MollyGear, LLC filed for government assistance to get through this tough time.  We have requested financial assistance in the form of $28,000,000,000 (that’s $28 Billion in case the zeros start running together.)  The domestic auto industry needed $25B, but they didn’t have to concern themselves with things like buttons, snaps, and other fastening devices.  That’s why we need more than them.  It is very serious, and the nations entire economy relies on the fate of MollyGear.

I am confident that Congress will do the right thing and award MollyGear the $25B it is seeking.  Please do what you can*  to make sure we get by.  Let Congress know that without MollyGear, the world would be an uglier place with more pleather, tapestry, and other terrible materials.  We must continue to fight!

(* We didn’t really ask for the money, so don’t write congress.  Unless your congressman is fake, in which case, go right ahead.  I am sure they will respond favorably.)

Dylan was 5.  As a pretty shy kid, he had never actually participated in the ward Primary Sacrament Meeting Program.  Last year he sat on the stand, but didn’t sing or read his part.  This year was going to be different.  He had prepared his line and was ready to go.  Dad stayed home from church that day with a flu-like stomach bug, but Mom and baby were there when he walked up to the microphone and said his part.  It was a proud moment.

Moments later, Mom noticed he didn’t "look right".  He was coughing, but something was off…. Right then she realized he wasn’t coughing, he was, well, gagging.  The stomach bug hadn’t stopped with Dad.

Handing the baby to the neighbors, she ran up to the front and pulled him off the stand as they rushed to the bathroom.  They hadn’t made it out of the Chapel when Dylan yelled out "I need a bowl!!!".

Pushing through the Relief Society women blocking the hall (as usual) she burst into the bathroom and found an open stall just in the nick of time.

He’s my son, and I am so proud of him for participating in the program.  I am so thankful for the small blessing of allowing him to make it out of the chapel before he started throwing up.  If it had happened on the stand,I don’t think he would have ever participated again!