Sister Missionaries Beware

When your ward gets new missionaries, and they just so happen to be the first sister missionaries in years, the ward mission leaders' got to do what they've got to do... and apparently this is it. The guys sat out on the porch for an hour or so, playing saloon music, drinking "iced tea" (just food colored water), and polishing their guns. 

The poor sister missionaries pulled into the driveway, and then just sat in their car praying for safety because they thought they were at the wrong house. Isn't that the saddest thing?! When they finally mustered up the courage to come inside, the boys told them, "Them women folk are inside makin' supper," they came inside and realized it was all just a joke. This will definitely be making their emails home this week.

Unfortunately the boys don't really understand when to end a joke, so not only did they call each other Roy, Jesse, and Wyatt for the remainder of dinner, they also blessed the food in accents, and constantly asked us about all of the modern contraptions we had in the house. They stayed in character for the remainder of the night too. 

Boy, do we know how to pick 'em.