This past weekend Wyatt and I were supposed to speak in church and I came down with the worst cold of my life. I ended up not having to speak so I can't complain. Although Wyatt failed to convince a member of the Bishopric to let one of our Primary kids read my talk in sacrament meeting, he did manage to catch a member of the Primary Presidency in a moment of weakness and she agreed to let him take the kids we teach on a field trip to visit me. As soon as I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet I quickly turned off the TV and pretended like the giant bag of watermelon Sour Patch on my belly was for them.

In other news, we tiled the bathroom at tiny house. I no longer have to stand outside naked (in the cold) if I want to weigh myself. Our house is no longer 450 sq. ft. of complete carpet! No matter what you say Mom, I know this is why you refused to stay with us when you came to town. The end result was worth having our only toilet disconnected for almost 72 flu-filled hours.

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We promise to fix the part around the base before anyone else comes to visit...