The lovely one’s grandpa had his funeral this Friday.
The grandpa was one of Mormon hero Lot Smith’s grandkids, or maybe great grandkids. An elderly brother whom everyone identified as Lot Smith’s oldest living grandchild was there, and he got to talking. He told my wife that Lot Smith had a wife who strayed. So Lot branded her butt with his cattle irons, by way of remonstrance, I suppose.
I don’t know if the story is true, or if it isn’t but a whole bunch of Lot Smith’s descendants think it is. What a story either way!
I told my wife that she’d save a lot of trouble if she stayed faithful, I don’t even have a brand.