Dear Ya'll,
I'm going to keep this weeks email short and simple.
A couple of weeks ago, mom sent me a package of valentine
stuff. Including some marshmellow Peeps. I think peeps are gross, and they just
sat in the fridge for a while before we had the brilliant idea:
S'mores
smores from peeps!! What?? They
were sooo good.
Did I even send pictures from the baptism??
I'm gonna do that now just in case
Okay, there were really good
stuff this week, but I'm just going to share a funny story.
So we're teaching our cute young couple (the ones that are
getting married soon) and I just notice a bit of garlic tied to a string above
the door. We ask them about it, and she just casually says "oh, there's a
witch that lives on this street, and last week she came and cursed the baby. So
the garlic keeps her away." and we're just like.... ok..... so...ok. And
we just sort of ignore that.
And then later that week we contact this old kinda crazy
looking woman named Babara. And the first lesson was kinda weird because she
wasn't really paying attention. We're just like "oh well." When we
try to go back for a follow up appointement, she was never home. So we started
to say her name more and more dramatically each time, like
"Baahbarahh!!!" Because we could never find her. And then the next
week we were on the street again and noticed her light on and decided to follow
up and see if she was actually interested in another lesson. We knock on her
door and she yells "Who is it??"
so I say "The Missionaries!!"
She doesn't respond. Maybe she didn't here me?
"The missionaries!!"
-still nothing-
"The Sisters!"
-nope
"The gringas!"
-silence
"the blondes!"
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"Your neighbors!"
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"Your friends!"
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"The Mormons!"
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"BAAAHHH BAAHH
RAHH!!"
during this whole exchange, my companion is dying of
laughter, and trying so hard to hold her laughter in, especially when I said
Babara. I was laughing pretty hard too
But babara still doesn't answer the door.
Okay guys, be smarter than this. Don't pretend you're not
home after you already say "who is it?"
My companion goes over to the window (invasion of privacy?)
and can see her in the kitchen! Babara quickly ducks and tries to hide behind
the table! She keeps peeking her head up and then ducking down again, like....
we can see you..? So I say "we know you're there! If you don't want to
talk to us, just say so!" She still hid. Oh well. It was kinda funny.
But then a few days later we run into her on the street and
she's totally friendly and open and pretends like she never hid. We put a date
for another lesson. And when we go, she was there and didn't hide and opened
the door and everything. But then she didn't pay attention at all in the lesson
again and rambled about crazy stuff. So we're like "...okay bye.."
She gave us the hibie-jibies (how do you spell that?)
And then when we left, I said "Maybe she's the witch
that lives on this street." interesting.
That night, I had a dream that Hermana Kennerley and I were
walking down the street, and I tripped (this happens in real life a lot).
Hermana Kennerley doesn't notice and keeps walking. As I'm trying to get up,
suddenly Babara is standing over me and she curses me!!! I dunno, maybe it
wasn't a curse. It was in a Spanish, and I didn't understand it.
With Magic and Sunshine,
Hermana Pollard ☀
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