Then imagine that someone swoops down and offers to pay for your drug habit for the rest of your life.
Free drugs! Free, I say!
Apparently this was announced back in February, but I missed it because I was lost in the haze of crack cocaine that is Ancestry.com.
I’ve blogged before about my spiraling addiction to genealogy, including my surprising discovery of a Mormon skeleton in our decidedly non-Mormon family’s closet. Fellow addicts will understand my predicament: counting the hours until the kids go to bed when they can follow up on a Census lead, or the endorphin rush they feel when they see that little waving leaf above a name, which is how Ancestry.com tells them that it may have more information about a particular ancestor.
Good times, good times. And now my church, which has always strongly counseled against addiction in all forms, IS PROMISING TO PROVIDE MY DRUG OF CHOICE FOR FREE. I don’t even have to leave my house.
What’s more, this is going to go down soon. The Deseret News is reporting that the project of providing Mormons with comp access is actually ahead of schedule and should be rolled out by the end of this summer, instead of the end of the calendar year as originally planned.
If I haven’t OD’d by that time, I am so there.