When we first moved here, my parents offered to the young missionaries a place to eat on the days they were in Trenton if they couldn't find someone to offer them a meal in the first place. For a long time it seemed that we had them over every Tuesday and we got to know them much better. However, things changed, they didn't call as often and we fell out of habit of feeding them. To be honest, I can say I rather missed it. It's fun talking to them at the dinner table. They always seemed more relaxed then.
Well, we've got a new pair in the area as of late and apparently we're feeding them tonight. I didn't know this before yesterday when I was sent to Wal-mart to pick up a ham for tonight's meal. I'll admit that it's kind of awkward sitting at a dinner table with two young men who are only 1-2 years younger then me, but I'm excited to get to know them. It does help that both are rather cute. ;) lol I won't lead them down the wrong path, I promise.
Anyway, just thought I'd share that tid-bit with you. I've been lacking a proper blog entry lately and I thought this fit. *nods* I'm so odd sometimes...
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I always like that when I was single too. Don't know why, but it is fun to have missionaries over, well cute ones that is! LOL
missionaries have that irresistable quality to them because you cant have them! ha ha. so so true