Our car is in dire need of fixing. We've missed Passy, and our fun times rockin out to his tight little radio. It's been at our Uncle's shop for almost 3 weeks. No one knew what to do with it. We prayed. The next night at family home evening at our 2nd counselor's house we were talking about poor Mr. Passy when Bro. Ulrich offered his services. He's a mechanic and we didn't even know it. He insisted he wanted to help. Heavenly Father does answer prayers.
We went this morning to get Passy, and dropped him off at this place.
Then we may have gone to Macey's. Treated my parents to an ice cream cone, may have gotten jipped and was a little sad about not seeing Ruth.
All in all it was a pretty good way to start the day. Now I'm off to sew away with Em. Maybe we'll finish, maybe we'll just talk and sing at the top of our lungs and throw out a dance move every once in a great while. Yeah, we have fun together. Be Jealous.








