Sunday Breakfast

My mom signed up to feed the missionaries on Sunday, but forgot when my grandma invited us over for dinner. So she decided to have the missionaries for breakfast. I know I thought it was kind of weird. To make it even weirder Jessica found out through her mom that one of the missionaries serving in my ward was in my freshman ward last year. When I was told the last name I had no idea who it was. Great, this is going to be an awkward hey you were in my ward, but I have no idea who you are type of thing. Turns out he was in my FHE group, too! So I actually knew who he was. So it wasn't that bad and actually worked out nicely.