Look! It's us! Minus Jenny, of course... :( But she is in The Poland having the fun (possibly fling) while we mourn in Provo. Any proposals yet, Jen Jen? By this time during my return visit to the mission, I already had one (not so) hot brasileiro tell me he wanted me to be the mother of his beautiful brown babies. But who needs to go across borders to find summer lovin' when boys are right here in Provo just waiting to give us some sweet lovin'? Or maybe they are in Portland or New York... And maybe his name is Mr. Darcy. And maybe he graduated from Harvard and is the most google-able person I've ever had the prospect of "flinging" with. Basically, what I'm trying to get down to is my proposed plan for the Four White Mothers' most adventurous summer yet.
Let's face it. We will soon find ourselves in new circumstances, with new opportunities and... new men. Along with all of the new prospects for adventure, we'll have open wounds of separation that can only be healed by one thing: the summer fling. While Whitney tries to argue the point that there is not a single prospect in the entire eastern United States, Jo has just laid down the law: kiss any male specimen you find (whether or not he makes you want to vomit). While we all know that Jenny has already set up the perfect circumstances for her summer fling right here at home, the rest of The Mothers are venturing off to the unknown. Best of luck to all of us. And happy flinging!
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