February 19, 2009
I had a really long day today. It involved, but was not limited to, a strong and constant urge to itch my bum, homemade rolls, and chicken noodle soup from scratch--I know, I'm a total overachiever.
By 7pm I was plain old done. You know how it feels--fat, tired, lazy, and ready to turn in for the night.
And then it came...a knock on the door, which, due to my religious inclinations, can only mean one thing:
Two gangly missionaries looking for something to eat.
The first time they knocked I honestly pretended not to hear it. "No big deal," I told myself, "I think that was just my three-year-old falling out of his bed. Whatev." And I remained with my ass planted firmly on the sofa cushion.
But those fools are persistent I'll tell ya...so they knocked again.
This time, I hoisted my mismatched pajama-clad self off the couch and shuffled to the door in my pigtails and bare feet.
See the one on the left? See how gigantic that smile is? Well he flashed it at me. And see the other one? The tall one on the right who's way too into musical theater? Well he sang me some silly little hello song.
So I had to let them in.
We sat around my kitchen table and covered a range of topics from slaughtering pigs to exercise videos, but somehow the conversation eventually landed on how small the world is. And we decided to try an experiment.
So, without further ado, is there anyone here who recognizes either one of these guys?
Clues...Guy Smiley's from Utah (how very exotic), and 77 incher is from Arizona. They're both, obviously, serving in Maine--more specifically the New Hampshire Manchester Mission.
So really, does anybody out there know either one of these guys?
You can prove it to me with their first names.
Dude, that would be so crazy.