So last night Farr got a voicemail from the bishopric.  I laughed.  Bwahaa haa haa ha.  Until he told me that the bishop wanted to see us both the next morning.  Not so funny anymore.  So we went to the meeting prepared to say no way jose to the Nursery calling I was sure he was going to give us, when he told Farr he wanted him to be...Sunday School teacher to the 14-15 year old punks.  Bwa ha haa haaa!  Then he told me he wanted me to teach Relief Society.  After silently cursing Erin (my new Relief Society president) I said ok.  Karma's after me clearly.