I was coming into my complex from a run (like a 5 minute run) when I saw the missionaries. I said hello and went on my way. I knew they were going to follow me and come on knock on my door. Thirty seconds later, I was right. I have been avoiding the missionaries for years now, after someone gave them my new address. But I decided to give these missionaries a chance. They were cute, nice, sweet missionaries. They reminded me of the time in my life when I was missionary-crazy. Back when I was 20, I knew what day transfers took place, asked my mom to have them over for dinner all the time and even thought I wanted to marry a few of 'em...well just one. Anyways, I talked to these new missionaries and Brandon met them and they asked if they could come back sometime and share a message with us. I didn't have an excuse on hand and they were really nice, so I said ok. And I am kinda happy about it.
