So, a funny thing happened yesterday. I finished counseling at Camp Maka Maka on Tuesday and got home by 6. Just enough time to run around packing and getting ready for my 12 day missions trip to the greater Juarez, Mexico area. The group was suposed to meet at the church at 1:30 am. I finished packing at about 11 o'clock and sat around talking to my family--who all stayed up to see me off--until it was finally time to go. Hugs, "good luck's", and "we'll be praying for you's" were exchange as I packed up the car, and my brother and his wife drove me half an hour to the church. When we got to the end of our driveway we realized we didn't bring a cell phone, but decided we'd just drive really safely. We finally got to the church, and the parking lot look pretty empty, but that is to be expected at 1:30 in the morning.
"Hmm, where is the bus?"
"Maybe on the other side of the church."
The church is pretty big.
After driving around the church twice, we figured something was wrong. Maybe the bus already left and they couldn't get ahold of me because I didn't have a phone. Maybe I was early. But, surely someone would be there...
Welp, it turns out I was early. One day early! Some how I had gotten my days messed up and was one day ahead of myself. We went leaving for another day! I laughed and cried all the way home out of pure embarrassment.
Needless to say mom was pretty surprised in the morning to find me still at home. The only word I could get out when I saw her was a meek "Suprise."
She said this time I'm driving myself.
