And it rains all the time.
All in all, it's been a pretty legit week. We've been trying really hard to find lots of people and get in the habit of talking to literally everyone and their dog! We're working on getting some solid investigators, though, so for now it's funny stories.
Yesterday we knocked on someone's door. There was a kind of garbage can thing near the door and I bumped into it, but I didn't know it had an open can of beer sitting precariously on it, and I knocked it over. It splattered on the concrete next to us and got on our ankles. Fun experiences!
We were out eating dinner with some members. They're a bit older, and the husband has been affectionately nicknamed Santa Claus by the whole ward. His wife is naturally Mrs. Claus. They really fit their roles, too. He's a hilarious, jovial old guy, and she's really sweet. So when theis happened, Sister Hale and I laughed really hard. Santa splattered lime juice in his eye at the restaurant. He was whimpering and Mrs. Claus offered him something to help. He said, "No, no, I'm okay." Mrs. Claus sarcastically said, "Fine, suffer!" Sister Hale and I had a good laugh over that.
Language
Trunkie. What you try not to be. Trunkie means you wish you were somewhere else. If you miss home a lot, you're probably trunkie for home. If something makes you trunkie, you say, "Stop, that's making me trunkie," and you change the subject. Fun times!
I love all y'all, and you're in my prayers!
Until next time!
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