Breakfast isn't always easy

When Hudson called today he was sitting on his deck, in a recliner soaking up the Vitamin D.  It was 70 degrees outside and he was loving it.  He had decided to treat himself to a great breakfast since it was P-Day.  Unfortunately it didn't turn out awesome.  He made Kodiak brand pancake mix that was burnt on the outside and gooey on the inside.  His bacon was frozen and he didn't know how to cook just a few pieces.  He poached his eggs, but they got too done and had too much salt.  He has a large container of salt, but no shaker so you can see how that wasn't going to work out!  He then went to Burger King for lunch.  Not as awesome as he had hoped.

The sister missionaries went shopping and he told Elder Norton they were in their pros. I asked what on Earth that meant.  He taught me that when you are in your missionary attire they call it your pros.  Because that is what you proselyte in.  Hudson has taught a lot of lessons, but nothing that feels like it will lead to a conversion. 

The hike in winding stairs last P-Day wasn't as good as it could of been, as they never found the wooden staircase.  The sisters wanted to turn back after the waterfall.  They had a district P-Day today, but no real plans.  They made it to a pawn shop where he found $1 records so that was great.  The shop had a lot of strange things including  head mounts, bugs in jars, lizard feet in formaldehyde and even a zebra skin.  

Hudson mailed a box home when he transferred four weeks ago.  It never made it here.  Come to find out the smaller inside box made it back to his Lawrenceburg address.  He is supposed to get his returned mail  tomorrow.  We will see what exactly is in the box the post office sent back and hope we can find what they didn't.