A couple of years ago I posted about my family’s flirtation with fame when we were asked to have our pictures taken for some HOA marketing materials. I fully expected, upon the release of these photos, a rapid rise to fame for the Smith family. The photos were released in 2008.
It’s 2010. Still not famous.
These dashed hopes turned out to be only a murky foreshadowing of my latest brush with greatness, which happened in the sunny state of Utah, wherein Bad Things Are Not Supposed to Happen (furthering my status as a victim.) Here’s the rundown:
Last week we spent a lovely few days in the Salt Lake area visiting family and attending my nephew’s baptism. Ever the gracious hostess, my fabulous sister Jaimy arranged a tour of a local candy factory called Sweets, which every day makes tons (literally) of chocolates, taffy and candies to be shipped out the world over. Though it has an international following, Sweets is located right near the SLC airport, and we were going to see it! I couldn’t believe my happy luck. I never knew Salt Lake City was famous for something so uplifting and inspirational.