Missionaries Beware

After much contemplation on how I could do better to serve more, the RS sent around the sign up to have the missionaries over for dinner. Because I am in YW most of the time I signed up for several months in advance. The last two times they came over there were some  "issues". I made homemade pesto and lemon chicken. Might I add that it was amazing if I do say so myself. I did happen to notice one elder did not seem so fond of it, so I decided the next time they came I would do homemade pizza. (I mean c'mon, who doesn't love pizza). I was tried to bite my tongue from releasing scathing comments about the ungrateful elder that meticulously picked off all the little toppings he did not like. Although, I do secretely wish he had been sent to Japan just so he would have to learn to love something other than meat and potatoes. This month, I would not be defeated! Joe knew I had signed up for a night when I would not be home until 7 PM. He said he would cook. He went and asked the elder what was their utmost desire for dinner. The response: Meat and Potatoes. So Joe, being Joe, cooked the most lovely pork tenderloin with garlic mashed potatoes, a honey dijion gravy, and carrot and zucchini spears. 7:30 was the set appointment. 8:00PM rolls around...then 8:30. Finally we sit down to our table set for four...9:00PM we clear the dishes and still no word. (Joe had talked to them the day before, mind you) By 9:30 we get some weasley call that they got  "caught up" in things and did not call. Yup- You did not call. Because it would have been a real inconvenience to take 2 mins to tell us you were not going to be coming. I was so ready to lay a Bednar smack down on the inconsiderate missionaries. See if they get my refferals!