Welcome Home Elder Russell!
We've been having a semi-eventful week with the return of my brother, Sam. He is now an RM. I don't know if it's scarier that he's an RM, or the fact that RM is synonymous with "on the prowl for a wife." As I mentioned, I'm ready for the RM thing, but the sister-in-law possibility is frightening. Now, don't get me wrong, Sam is neither engaged nor has a girlfriend at the moment, but it's a little scary. So, in celebration of this whole returning deal, on Friday, we watched a Soviet movie. Not just any Soviet movie. It's some sort of Russian-cult movie. Sam says that it's a bit like "An Affair to Remember." It's horrible, but everyone's seen it and claims to like. It was called "The Irony of Fate." I'm glad that my brother speaks fluent Russian now, because he had to translate the movie for us the whole way through. And it was painfully long. Then on Saturday for lunch, he cooked us pelmeni for lunch...