Yes, I have my mask. My luchador mask. From Tijuana, Mexico. There are some members in our branch and the dad goes to Tijuana every weekend. He has a bunch of friends down there who sell that kind of stuff. So this past week we had talked to his son and mentioned how we wanted some luchador masks (like the ones from Nacho Libre). So when we talked to the dad on Friday we asked if he had been to Mexico to get the masks, and he told us we could just go to Home Depot or maybe even Walmart to get masks. Later when he told his son that we had passed by the son told him "no, not the medical masks, the luchador masks". Then the dad was like "oh, that's why they gave me a funny look." So he was in Tijuana this weekend and we got the masks. And we got flags too. I wish we could wear those around all day.
Yesterday was a pretty dead day at church. The Covarrubias had to give their daughter a ride to Northern california, so they couldn't make it.
But as far as I know everything is still on for the baptism.
I'll call around then about 5:00 your time. That works good for us.
Talk to you Sunday,
Elder Meiners
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