Most of you probably know the main event of this week (breaking my wrist) so I'll probably just skip over it...

Read more Email 69: I can fly! (and crash and burn)

...I really don't know why I spent ~350 words describing me tripping.

Me neither :-) -- except that some immediate family members would've appreciated the connection to an earlier incident. Anyway, he bruised his knee good falling down some concrete stairs.

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Your friendly editor is on vacation in UT w/ Ariana (it's her "Daddy Trip"), so I'm going to be pretty lazy on editing.

This week got more interesting as it progressed.

Monday, I spent a while on the computer filling out FAFSA stuff.

Tuesday, both of our lessons fell through (which is more normal than not). We spent an hour and a half talking with this lady named Miss Ridgelle. A couple of her grandkids were over (both toddler age) and apparently normally they do not like strangers; usually they cry and hide whenever someone comes over. But they were both playing happily in the room while we were talking, and by the end of the visit, I *almost* got the younger one to give me a fist bump (the older one was happy to do it though).
Tuesday evening, all the missionaries in our district went with the youth and sang Christmas Carols at a nursing home.

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Toosday, sorry, Twosday, (Tewsday?) was full of The Woes of Elder Boling.

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