Bob The Builder Is Stinking Jealous Of Me

Hola again everybody! After the drought of hearing from your favorite Elder McMullin, you get A SPECIAL SECOND EMAIL within one week! Sit back, relax, grab a special caffinated beverage, and here we go!

As far as the work goes, this week has been positively mediocre. We were supposed to have a baptism, but the Bishop was not super excited about it and wanted another week of "buffer zone" to get to know him better. Good thing too, because we got a call on Saturday night saying that he wanted to go to a different church the day after his scheduled baptism. We promptly kicked it back ANOTHER week, and had a call to clear up the whole "one true church" thing. I'll keep yall posted, but the 5th is going strong! 

In other news, the apartment is super fun right now. All of us are under a year, so it's a bit chaotic with a definite lack of authority, but hey- it just makes it more fun! The not fun bit- Elder Mears finally got his TIWI back, so the McMommy is no longer exclusive. It also means my bike is about to get some miles on it- the very same bike I bought off a sister shorter than me, bright blue, and pretty much fresh off the rack. It's pretty nice except for the kickstand, which was super loose. Luckily, I skillfully used a wrench to tighten it back on... until I realized that it now blocked the pedals from turning. Skillfully using the wrench again, and in true experienced engineering style, I whacked it repeatedly until it no longer blocked the pedals. Problem solved with minimal issues, cost effective, and timely. Boeing should just give up hire me already.

But I have been using more engineering skillz this week- specifically on our flippin armory of nerf guns. I had a deep emotional connection with the green one, as it was my weapon of choice, but it was no longer firing. So, I snagged a random screwdriver and then ripped that thang down to the studs. It was scary. It was stressful. But, it all came back together again and shoots just as well as before! I may have a few extra screws that were "supposed" to be in the gun, but hey- I reduced weight and used less materials! In addition, we had to rip apart a different Nerf Gun when Elder Mears tried to shoot a cockroach point blank. The skittish little guy just crawled inside the gun, and then died in the oversized barrel. Harnessing yet more engineering prowess, I rammed my trusty screwdriver backwards into the barrel and wrenched as hard as I could, and voila! Out came our dead little friend- with no additional equipment costs and sucessful removal of mechanical imposition. Truly, BYU should just give me my masters, right here right now. 

Anyways, hope yall have a good rest of your days, and have a blessed one!

From your favorite wrench-weilding weapon,

Elder McMullin

Photos!

1: Elder Mear's gun in the process of 'fixing'. 

2: I had way too much fun seeing the beautiful mess inside of of this gun.

3: Wanda Dinner night. Notice my lack of leftovers and signature look of superiority.

4: The whole VB zone- the missionaries on the floor are those who are just better than everyone else, and definitely not those who are too short to stand in the back.

5: summoning McMommy energy.

6: the "mechanical imposition", successfully removed from a gun.