Mom, Sister Graham hit me with the car
What???
I mean, technically I ran into the car, but I decided it's her fault. I'm fine I promise.
Ok, Nick....
So basically I was backing like one does
And then she just looked at me and kept driving and was like "Get in",
so there I was,
I opened the door about to jump in and it turns out she was joking and was planning on stopping and so she slammed on her brakes when she saw the look in my eye that I was about to dive and so long story short I didn't know she was going to stop so I start running and then she slams on the brakes and I body slam and ricochet off the car.
It was a party.
Doesn't she know you???
Yes she does, thats why she's like "oh no"
Anyway, I think I bruised my rib.
But I don't think it's broken.
So we just aren't going to tell President.
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Sister Graham painted my uke.
There is this tradition here were all the missionaries make this journal page for each other full of pictures and like notes and other crap. Usually people spend like at least 2 hours on each and you see I was like so instead of confessing your love to me can you just paint my uke and she's like sure.
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Like literally the best thing ever just happened while we were texting.
Like Right Now.
So this random lady in the Tongan ward was like "Hello sista me I am sista Tui'vi I have friend for you to baptized she is waiting can you teach tomorrow?"
And we were like, "Let me check my schedule, UM YES."
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