Iidn't Mean To Get Cheeky With It...
Well hello again everyone! Coming live from the sad fringes of whatever hurricane just happened, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any memes or spite-filled complaints, and I will get back to you when I'm back on church Wifi. So, without further ado, here we go!
As mentioned above, it's hurricane season on the eastern seaboard! While others got thwacked by gale force winds and untold horror, we got... rain. Not even a lot of rain, like it stormed for 20 minutes and that was it. And yet, we still got 2 flood warnings, 1 flood alert, and a tornado warning for some reason. It's probably for the best though, as southerners don't like to talk in weather that is too wet, humid, hot, cold, or formed by nature.
As far as the work goes, we unfortunately had to drop a couple of people on date this week, as they are but mere ghosts in our area book who refuse to show up for anything. But, harnessing the power of the Book of Mormon and questionable area book tactics, we have found a bunch of new people to keep us busy. Some keep coming to church, others need a Lil more work, but hey- at least we're moving! There was an unfortunate experience finding new people on Saturday though, as I managed to step in a fully loaded diaper (made extra wet from our "hurricane"), get belittled by some random dude, and barked at. By a grown adult woman. All of this was within an hour while my exchange comp bashed someone, so yeah- Targets are special.
To explain the title line, we had Zone conference this week. It was great, with good training from the APs, a message from our Mission psychologist about getting sleep, and the Battle Hymn. However, ll of these pale in comparison to what happened at the end. Walking around in the hallways, I was joking about smuggling in some Gummi worms (conveniently in my scripture bag for quick enlightened snacks) when an elder overheard me. He said, very matter-of-factly, "of course you are, I can see them in your back pocket". Turning around, I looked him dead in the eye and replied "I don't have anything in my pockets."
His face dropped.
His eyes went wide.
The room stopped as he realized the horrible mistake he had made.
The man, a grown elder, had just been humbled by my bootycheeks.
Anyways, hope yall have a good rest of your week, and I'll catch you in the next one!
From your favorite caked-up companion,
Elder McMullin
Photos: also, here is the link to the whole album again if anyone needs it.
1: someone left behind something mildly important.
2: the Virginia Lottery math ain't mathin.
3: Some sour cream left over from the last dispensation we had the displeasure of finding.
4: an uncomfortably straight banana I bought.
5: Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Utah anymore.
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