Decision 1- We decided to buy recorders... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry for all those times I would march around the house playing that wretched instrument... I now understand why you guys would get mad at me even when I was playing it in the basement with my door closed... I'm sorry.
Decision 2- We got haircuts... I hate haircuts. We walked in and sat down and waited as we each took turns with the barber. Word of advice, if you are a white man getting your haircut in Kenya, don't go last. After all were done but me, I proudly walked over to the barber seat and awaited my trim. I don't know if the guy was tired or drunk, or what, but he left me looking like freakin' Wolverine over here! I have a big bald spot on the top of my head and wings that stick out four feet on each side of my head. I just wanted to fly away with the newly received gift -_- I wanted to look like a missionary, not a freakin' monk...
(What Elder Fraga looks like now...)
But you know what??ch was just great. They were for a sister named Mercy, and a brother named Paul. It was nice to see them enter into that wonderful covenant, and see the smiles on their faces as they left the water! I'm so glad to be able to be a missionary and to learn more everyday!
I would like to encourage any and all people reading this to take advantage of the footnotes at the bottom of the pages when you are studying your scriptures. They are awesome!
Much love,
The Frawg Dawg
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