So in our zone there’s this huge candy cane.
Which has apparently been passed down from district to district since 2011.
They decide who to give it to based on some pretty rigorous criteria.
Which I think has something to do with volleyball skills and general coolness.
And this thing is like 2 lbs of candy cane.
So its pretty coveted.
Anyway this week the baton was passed to our district.
Probably because we’re so great at volleyball (and by we, I mean NOT me).
And because Sister Marchant and Sister Baker rap.
And they’re way good.
But most likely because I tell really great stories about really awful dates at BYU.
Which may or may not involve urinating in sinks.
And dead dogs.
And aren’t even about me.
But hey, Homer didn’t write his own stuff either . . .