It's my dad's birthday today.
It seems like I was just blogging about his last birthday.
Time is flying by.
I just talked to him on the phone.
I wished him a Happy Birthday.
and then I cried.
I miss you Dad.
(mis padres y mis hijos)
I really do miss him
but the tears could have been from the
mushrooms they just found growing out of the ceiling
in President Turk's office bathroom.
There was a leak from upstairs.
It was leaking the whole time we were gone last week.
We came back
and "Voila"
Mushrooms coming out of the tiled ceiling.
I cried.
So see, I might be crying because I miss my Dad
or
because I am so grossed out by the
fungus among us.
Thank goodness it was at the office and not the Mission Home.
Thank goodness it was at the office and not the Mission Home.
Folks, I am sorry to be so graphic
but I want you to know that
it's not all a bed of roses!
'Shrooms Happen!
(Men are containing the spores as we speak... YES!)
