We have church in the late afternoon, so we spent the rest of the day with some members who live in our apartment complex. They grilled delicious burgers and made fries and potato salad. We were supposed to be in by 7:30 anyway, just to avoid dangerous drivers and over-zealous party-ers. We did get to see the fireworks, but they weren't quite as visible from our apartment as we'd originally thought. Actually, our balcony faced a little too west, and the fireworks were to the southwest, but we could see them from inside. Not Idaho Falls, but not bad. 
Today hopefully we will be going to a local snow cone place that Sister Smith says is To. Die. For. So maybe I will try your coconut cream flavor, even if it does smell like suntan oil. "Lotioning and oiling and oiling and lotioning."
Speaking of oil, for the last month or so, as you've probably heard, there has been an oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico related to Houston oil refining and such. Yuck! Hopefully it will be resolved soon, especially with hurricane season already upon us. In fact, not to frighten you, but we've already had one hurricane, sort of. It touched land in Mexico, pretty far south of where we are, but we still had steady rain most of Thursday and Friday. Good thing we had plenty of appointments scheduled so we didn't have to be out in it. And good thing we had a car, because the poor bike missionaries had to stay in their apartments if they couldn't get rides with members. That's enough to drive you crazy!
My tennis boyfriend is not happy. What does that mean? Did he do something unbecoming of a graceful champion? Or was he still totally humble in defeat? Look, Fed, even if you are Mr. peRFect, you can't win them all. I'm happy for Nadal, but I still wish someone who hasn't won Wimbledon yet could have come out champion. Plus, it makes me sad to hear that the final match was boring. It sounds like all the real excitement happened in that legendarily long match last week.
Grasshoppers everywhere. Just a passing comment. We have grasshoppers everywhere here. They are especially active in the early morning and early night. When we walk down to the gym every morning, sometimes I get a little excited/afraid of them, because sometimes right after I take a step, like 50 jump up from all around us. Totally freaky! I hate them. Still. Just so you know.
Did Porter get his mission call yet? Seriously, I can't recall that you ever told me he did. I just like to keep track of everyone of Cassidy's friends who are joining the full-time missionary army. I try to keep them in my prayers, especially our Elder Jardine, who I hope is doing well. I haven't had the chance to drop him a letter yet, not since he was in the MTC, but I haven't received any back either, so I'm sure he's just as busy being a good missionary and staying in touch with his family. From the pictures, it looks like Cassidy has many wonderful friends in her ward at BYU-Idaho. She has a special gift for charming everyone, and certainly going to school during summer semester and living that close to home brings its blessings by being able to share America's birthday with all your friends, even if some of them are Canadian. I guess they decided to have the fireworks on the 3rd instead of the 5th there. I was guessing that they would be happening tonight, but either way, you still have time for the Driveway of Fire tonight. I will be there in spirit, too, as long as you don't do them at 1:30 in the morning like someone was last night right outside our window. Seriously. Every ten minutes or so I would hear like 10 bottle rockets go off and what felt like the longest string of firecrakers ever. Not cool when one is trying to sleep. Anyway, nice shirt, Eli. Very styling and sporty. Nice nails, Cassidy. Very festive and patriotic.
Kiery...I was thinking about her the other day. I was thinking that she was my first unofficial missionary companion and wondering how she was doing. It's good to know she's doing okay and enjoying everything, even if life as a newlywed has its own unique challenges. I guess they've actually almost been married for two years now, if I'm doing my calculations right in my head. Crazy how time seems to move faster for other people than it does for yourself, but then again, it also pretty much flies for each of us in its own ways.Girls' camp sounds fabulous! I would believe nothing less than that you produced the best skit imaginable, topped off by taking home the girls' camp Oscar. Way to go for not only learning but teaching the "Hoedown Throwdown" to all the girls. Maybe you were channeling your "Yellow Rose of Texas"--ME! Except I can't really take any credit for it since I haven't line-danced even once since arriving here almost one year ago. Maybe I will today, in honor of you and Sister Marlow. And of course, no girls' camp adventure would be complete without the "Peggy Dawn hook arm" story. I am glad the Dyer girls have taken up the torch on that one so the legend will live on. Even though I wasn't there with you in body, I was in spirit, as I thought repeatedly throughout the week about you being at girls' camp and having a great time. Maybe we will have the opportunity in coming summers to climb Table Rock together. If Grandma Ricks has done it, we ought to be able to do it also.
I believe that's all the news from here, but I love you all and hope you have a great week.
Love, Sister Whitney Mikell Sorensen
PS We're conducting a poll. Do X's stand for hugs or kisses? Same question but about O's. Are they hugs or kisses? We're not sure, but we're curious.
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