This book literally saved my creative soul while I was a missionary in LA. Having nothing to read other than the Ensign, Liahona, Church News, and of course the Holy Scriptures, this book brought some much needed humor to my life. It also served as a reminder of who I was. While I served the Lord and made sacrifices of time and money, I also sacrificed my health and beauty. I had some of the worst looking hair ever to be seen. I reminesce about this book and the mission, because 1. I volunteered at the MTC this week (always nostalgic), and 2. I got my hair dyed yesterday by Rikki at the Paul Mitchell School, she has dark hair with a tuft of purple in the front. Here is my fashion face. I know, I know, the older we get the more we do the photo shot from that unnatural angle that only a giraffe bending it's long neck would ever see us at. It's the angle where we look skinny and big eyed, no matter what is really going on. I do this for two reasons: 1. feel like I'm 16 again
2. show you my new DARK hair.