Todd and I made a bet wagering an eight hour slave day on Saint Patrick's Day as we sat outside at a cafe on Michigan Avenue eating lunch. First, sitting outside in March in Chicago is a miracle of miracles. The position I took on the bet was that the official temperature for Chicago would dip to freezing or below at least once between March 17 and May 15. I thought I was going to lose! On April 11 and for one day only, the official temperature in Chicago was 32 degrees.
To cash in my slave day, I decided to use it to go to the temple and do work for my direct ancestor. I went onto new.familysearch.org and found them. I had Todd do work for one of my ancestors also. It was a wonderful experience! Other things that made the day great included being with Todd but also being able to make all the decisions without any consultations. I got to drive, decide which route to take, and where to go after. The only one I had to please for eight hours was myself. It was fun!
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