Let's make a deal...
 

...when we are all retired old farts, let's go on couples missions.

Except, we all go the same mission.

Good times.

And maybe, if we feel like it, go to the mission where shaf lives.

I would love a couples mission. Go some place exotic, hopefully, work a few hours a day, play around a bit, see some sights and the mission president still loves you and wants to keep you around.

I'm in. Hopefully SU will live close by and we can alternate between harassing Aaron and fellowshipping SU.

How many zucchini breads do you think it will take?

Look I will go on a mission when I am old, but no way in hell do I go on a mission in Provo.

Hopefully Aaronshaf wises up and goes to the place with the highest Mormon population (by percentage): Polynesia.

So we get a tropical locale, island feasts, and get to watch Polys deal out their generosity to Aaron in the spirit of Rockwell.

Many, many loafs.

I'm in.

As long as I can take my golf clubs, I'll be happy.

"I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord
O'er fairway or sand trap or water hazard..."

I remember as a missionary thinking a couple mission would be fun. You can watch t.v. and bone whenever you want. That's the life.

This causes a rather disturbing image in my mind, as there was only one couple that was in my mission - and both were 75+.