For the last 3 weeks there has been a horrific foul smell in our car. It smells like nail polish remover mixed with window cleaner mixed with poo. Every time we get in the car, we either get high or want to barf (sometimes both). I haven't had time to really investigate the smell until today. After 20 minutes of searching, I found the culprit. A rotting clementine.
Let me tell you the story.
Recently, Aaron and I made friends with a man at church named Frank. Frank is a 60 year old man who has the brain of a 6 year old child. We are not really sure what happened to him, or what his disability is, but he is the sweetest man ever and also freaking hilarious. He doesn't have any family nearby and comes to church alone. During sacrament meeting, Aaron always makes Frank an origami bird out of the program paper and then we spend the rest of church telling Frank to be reverent with the bird. On the Sundays when I am not at church, Frank repeatedly asks Aaron where his wife is and if Aaron is going to pick her up after church. Frank also often tells us that for Sunday dinner he is going to eat a T bone. My favorite time talking to Frank was on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. We told Frank we were going to California for Thanksgiving and he asked if we were taking the turkey on the plane with us. We were trying so hard not to laugh.
In the beginning of December, Frank told us he needed a new wallet for Christmas: brown with velcro. We found this exact wallet at Target for $9.99 and put it in a big stocking filled with other tasty goodies that diabetics can have such as soap, CLEMENTINES, and stickers. We brought the stocking to church but Frank didn't come for a few weeks. The stocking then sat in the backseat of our car so we could drive it to Frank's house, but we didn't know where Frank lived. I guess clementines don't last forever, how was I to know? Now the stocking is ruined, but luckily the wallet was protected in its cheery holiday wrapping. Frank, we are coming over tonight.
Let me tell you the story.
Recently, Aaron and I made friends with a man at church named Frank. Frank is a 60 year old man who has the brain of a 6 year old child. We are not really sure what happened to him, or what his disability is, but he is the sweetest man ever and also freaking hilarious. He doesn't have any family nearby and comes to church alone. During sacrament meeting, Aaron always makes Frank an origami bird out of the program paper and then we spend the rest of church telling Frank to be reverent with the bird. On the Sundays when I am not at church, Frank repeatedly asks Aaron where his wife is and if Aaron is going to pick her up after church. Frank also often tells us that for Sunday dinner he is going to eat a T bone. My favorite time talking to Frank was on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. We told Frank we were going to California for Thanksgiving and he asked if we were taking the turkey on the plane with us. We were trying so hard not to laugh.
In the beginning of December, Frank told us he needed a new wallet for Christmas: brown with velcro. We found this exact wallet at Target for $9.99 and put it in a big stocking filled with other tasty goodies that diabetics can have such as soap, CLEMENTINES, and stickers. We brought the stocking to church but Frank didn't come for a few weeks. The stocking then sat in the backseat of our car so we could drive it to Frank's house, but we didn't know where Frank lived. I guess clementines don't last forever, how was I to know? Now the stocking is ruined, but luckily the wallet was protected in its cheery holiday wrapping. Frank, we are coming over tonight.
1 comment:
i love frank! and i love you guys! especially that aaron made him origami cranes! maybe when we come and visit christian can hook up with aaron and this frank and they can have an origami party...
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