I will never look at a bath robe the same.

well the longest week of my life has finally come to an end. ha it was so dang long i nearly died, i made it though just so i could write my faithful readers. i understand that people are actually reading my blog. this surprise is pleasent as well as, surprising for lack of better words. i also have come to the knowledge that oodles of people are putting their mission papers in. hooray!!! prepare yourselves and get ready to be rocked because it is surely a rude awakening. ha but i love it.

this week i had a run in with someone i now hold very dear to my heart. i dont know the least bit about her and i dont know her name, but she will always be with me. you may think im talking about a long lost love or someone i fell in love with, but that is quite the contrary. i will now tell the story of this person. porting is an act that can be compared to taking the act, or going to get your driver's license renewed. porting, or tracting as the non frenchies would call it, is going door to door and just trying to present the message of jesus christ. you see, and smell, all different types of things during this act. you get the door slams, you get the people holding off their dogs, and more often then not you get the lazy europeans speaking to you through their stupid little speaker. i am proud to say that this story involves porting and none of that stuff. we knocked on this door, and nobody answered, typical right? we began to walk away when we hear the door open and out steps a lady. the thing that was different about this lady was that she was in a bath robe, sopping wet. i honestly had no idea what to do. i just sat there and looked. she said

sorry i was having my bath what did you need.

my companion replied with typical missionary lingo

she replied. no i was having my bath and i cant see you now. but you can come back another time

this was a mixture of awesomness. yes a woman had answered the door in a bath robe and she was wet and it was weird, but she said we could come back. thats the first person who ever said they could come back. obvoiusly im more jovial than my companion about this. well i got on the computer late so thats all i can even write, i will write more next week. love you all be safe 

 

elder oliverson