The Spirit Of God Like Our Apartment Is Burning

Hello again everyone! Coming live from the derelict home of NATO, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any insults, compliments, or general apathy, and I will get back to you as soon as I feel like it. So, without further ado, here we go!

The last week has certainly been adventurous, with actual success happening in our area! We managed to have a few good lessons, including putting someone on date, which makes the KIs happy (and I guess gives someone eternal salvation, but you know.... numbers). Some lessons were a bit less good though, as we had a long winded discussion with a dude about how Kamala Harris is our lord and savior. But, all in all we got a whopping 3 PEOPLE TO CHURCH! For those paying attention, that is more than all of last transfer combined. Oof. Nevertheless, I got to spend sacrament with someone I will call Frizzle and her 2 year old hyperactive son, meaning the most chaotic sacrament meeting of my life. She said it was good though, and she would love to come again.

As far as the parking lots go, the missionaries have started a revolution. There are some new kids in town, carting around Krispy Kreme donuts and bragging about their fish Jesus shirts. His name is Jerry and we officially hate him. There is also Herbert the headlight cleaner who roams around trying to solicit, and some guy trying to pawn off bad headphones. In the war between airpods, apostates, and angel Moroni, I hope we can win out the sacred ground of Walmart.

To explain the title line, our apartment has been acting... special. Usually she's a good little building, where toilets flush, stoves cook, and elevators elevate. Lately however, things haven't been going as well. Last Wednesday our fire alarm went off twice, both being false alarms but very MEEP MEEP MEEP about it. This of course means thar the elevator crapped out on us, which is super handy when you live one the 4th floor. Plus, our toilet has less suction than a silly straw, so I have to plunge the sucker out about every 7 hours.

Anyways, things are generally good out here, and I hope yall have a great rest of your week!

Wuv, 

Elder Muffin

Photos! 


1: I made an unequivocally fetching BUSSUN pizza.

2: Some other elders did some redecorating. Marie Kondo would not be proud.

3: WEEEeeeeeeooOOOOOoooeeeEEEEEeee

4: My Spidey Census tell me that the government wants to know about me.

5: Were so broke, I actually wound up chasing that dollar under the car.

6: A Lil bit of idol worship never hurt anyone, right?





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