Excerpt from Elder Lockhart's Journal

Tonight the Oliver family invited us over for dinner again. Boy was it a circus. One of their kids was burping the whole time, another was peeing all over the yard. The baby was crying too, so it was pretty loud. And did I mention how bad the food was? Oh man, it was about the worst we've had yet in the field. First, they served us California Rolls. Brother Oliver made them. My companion, Elder Goodhue liked them, but I didn't want to try them. Seaweed, ew. Next was some dish from Puerto Rico, rice and beans. Ummm, gross. But I don't want to starve to death. So I ate it. It was the safest thing on the table, for sure. Because they served us shark. Seriously. It was so bad. It was all slimy and smelled really...well, sharky, I guess. I tried a bite but that was it. I don't know how they expect us to have energy to ride our bikes all over town with food like that. At least they redeemed themselves with dessert. Sister Oliver's brother made a cherry pie and gave them his leftovers. Thank goodness for that. I ate Goodhue's too, because I guess he actually filled up with that disgusting dinner. I guess if you put enough hot sauce on something you can't taste it anymore. Hope the missionary calendar is filled up before it gets to Sister Oliver next week.