So, we have to chat about this VBS thing. I am working with 7 delightful kids and 1 that I just want to kill. I'm such a stern guy. I'm all nice to the other kids but I'm all stern with the one because he drives me nuts. My dad was all, "oh, he's just another Jacob." (Jacob is this impossible kid in our church who doesn't know how to act) Thanks, Dad. The help? SO beneficial. Also, I've been talking to Joy about shots and preparations for Bolivia. We HAVE to get Hepatitis A shots, and yellow fever, malaria, and typhoid shots are highly recommended, so I'm getting them. I'd rather sit around with a sore arm than go to Bolivia and sit around dying. Also, we have to get TB tests when we come back. Does this mean I get a purple spot on my arm again? Oh BOY. Kim can't even take the skin test because she had TB, so she's got to have a chest x-ray. You know, I'm trying to be EXCITED about leaving the country, here. My passport came yesterday, though. The picture is ugly and faded, but I don't know. As long as it gets me out of the country and onto a plane, we will get along like champions. Ten days until the new Harry Potter book. I seriously might have to camp out at the library because it is going to be evil up in there because all the short kids are going to run up and grab all 12,000 copies and kick you in the ankles in a gloaty manner. Oh, well. If you kick my ankles, I will bite your head. Make no mistake.