The Bees Knees

Here is the final installment from my mission in Portland. What a great  place. I miss it and loved every minute there. The people, the work, even the annoying rain. Loved it all. Now I promised a second part to Spencer, here it is. Anytime you would go knock on his door he would yell, "Are there any bees?" Once you said no he would open the door, just barely enough to squeeze by, and then shut it quickly and ask, "Do you see any bees in here?" If you couldn't guess he had a bee allergy. We finally got him to come to church with us, and I figured it would be interesting. We had never seen him go outside, so I was curious to see how he dealt with the bees. We get there and he didn't ask about any bees, he opens the door, and walks out wearing his homemade bee suit. He had on boots with socks tucked into them, sweats, because church can be casual, a giant winter coat (it was still summer time), gloves, and the best part was a bee keepers veil. I've never been so jealous of an outfit in my life! The only downside was when he went to the bathroom and made me hold his veil. I wasn't going to just hold it, I had to try it on. I did and started walking around making the sound he did, "eh eh eh." I laughed at myself, and then saw out of the corner of my eye two people. Turns out the bishop and relief society president were watching me the whole time. I just took it off and said, "I've never held a bee veil before." They looked at me weird and kept walking by. Worth it!