Confession 136

One time, Heather Angela Hawks and I decided to make giant post cards for our missionary friends. We made them out of posterboard paper, and did up the backs to look like a giant version of what you'd normally see on a postcard. We had lots of friends write messages in the massage space, and stuck tons of stamps in the stamp square. Then it came time for the fronts. One elder got Dr. Seuss creatures. Another got VW vans cut out of a magazine. The final elder got, well... for some reason Heather had lots and lots of pictures of the third Elder (pre-mission) trying on all of her clothes one day. So we blew them up way big and mailed them to his address. What we didn't realize was that the address we had was his mission office, not where he lived. His mission president did NOT enjoy receiving giant pictures of one of his elders dressed in drag, replete with Heather's sexual innuendoes on the back. Elder H. was called into the mission office for a very serious talk, and was made a junior companion again. He hasn't even talked to us since he got back.