My birthday was great (except Elder Dixon got sick). It was so fun to hear from missionaries and have them sing to me. Elder Castro made up an excuse as to why he called, then sang Happy Birthday to me.
So, we had to reciprocate and sing Happy Birthday to Sister Abram.
The Sisters kept asking how I was able to keep the hat on my head. I told them my head is flat. Elder Dixon thinks it's the hairspray!