(sorry, I missed posting this) Just in case I wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a TIARA!! 11.26.13

Well. This week I got called to be trainer. That's right. A trainer. After 6 WEEKS. I don't know what's going on.... anyways. Awko. My poor new missionary probably won't turn out right, but that's the risk they're taking I guess. 

Sister Eddington is going to Julington Creek. That's not in my zone and I'm about to cry. She is SO. FAR. AWAY. BUT if things go south I can still walk there. It could take me hours, but it would be worth it. 

Moving on. This week was rather dull in comparison to the last few ones... I'm not actually entirely sure what I did this week.... I'm sure I can come up with something.

So. This week. I spent all week just having a fit about training. I'm just dying over here. Don't worry. On Thursday we had a train the trainers meeting. That was super fun. I was the only person who came from my group that is moving companions, let alone training.

We taught Branson again. HE'S STILL DOESN'T HAVE A BAPTISM DATE. I'm gonna rage.But he thought he had a blood clot, but in fact it was just a bruise. Long story. No fun. 

Oh! On Thursday we went to the neurologist. That was an adventure and a half! So fun.   

I really can't think of anything. I'm sorry...

WAAHHHH. TRAINING. DYING. BLEGH.

Love,

Sister Perkes