I Done Got Guccied
Howdy hey again everyone! Coming live from the desert blossoming like a rose, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any baptismal programs or clean socks, and I will happily enjoy them. But, without further ado, here we go!
This week was funky for work. We only found 2 new people, but the interactions were really solid. One if them came to church and seemed really interested, while the other said "wrong number" and dipped. As sad as that was, we got a whopping 6 lessons with members this week, blowing our record out of the water and making our area look real nice- and it's only going to look nicer next week with Dan's baptism! We finished all the teachings, ran though the interview questions, so all that stands is the actual interview. I know he'll pass, but I still would like to ask prayers from all yall to help him out. As I've mentioned before, this will break E city's dry spell of about 8 months, and may inspire several more to enter the covenantal waters- and maybe have the first successful currituck baptism ever.
But enough about numbers. This week was pretty fun, as Elder Juncker and I have just had to accept that whatever we plan will be inevitably fetched, and to just roll with the punches. As part of that rolling, we helped put peel-n-stick subway tiles to the roof of a bus, explored a house destroyed by what we can only imagine was a hurricane, and laugh as Elder Juncker gets mega clapped by my Magic decks. Once again, thank you mom, you have made me the fear of NC and the pride of John Hammond- even without the mosquito in amber. Also in the precious few moments I'm not dino-curb-stomping or doing missionary work, I've made a horrible mistake. You see, a few weeks ago news broke in the Zone that I can make temples on the Etch-a-sketch. What happened was a lengthy request list of everyone's hometown temples- most of which I've never even seen. However, I am now halfway done with the project, and Layton, Orem, Manti, and the recently departed cupcake Provo now adorn my desk.
To explain the title line, I have recently upgraded my fit by 1000%. We were finding in "Downtown" Elizabeth City (which is mostly just sad 2 story buildings from the 60s and the Tower if Unacountability) when I see a coil on the side of the road. Because we live in Swamp City, my brain immediately screams "SNAKE!" Which wasn't... all wrong. Upon further inspection, it's too flat to be a living snake, but there's one printed on it. Unraveling it out, the letters G U C C I start showing. Ladies and gents, as far as I can tell, I am the proud new owner of a Gucci belt. It's almost definitely fake and missing the buckle, but with some engineering magic, those Mission belts, and enough upper body strength, she's back to fully operational and fly as fetch. I'm still trying to plan any outfits that could possibly use this gutter masterpiece, as interviews and Zone Conference might be a bit extreme, but I'll let yall know if it catches the attention of any local news outlets because of how fashionable it is.
Well, that's it from me this week, but I'm excited to talk to yall next week- and HAPPY VALENTINES!
from your favorite belted-up baptized,
Elder McMullin
Photos!
1: Fashun
2: fashun-tastic ignore my messy hair and the terrible mirror- this was late at night and my phone isn't allowed in the bathroom
3: a roof that got punched through by something fierce
4: On the magic School Bus
5: RIP you fabulous 70s devil
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