While putting his suitcase in the van for the trip to the airport, the metal connector piece broke on the handle.
I told Andrew to drive, and I ran back in the house and grabbed my supplies. As we drove to the airport I repaired the handle with nylon rope, and sealed the tie with a match flame so it wouldn't come untied.
It looks pretty oafy, but I hope it will make it to Addis Ababa.
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Thainamu, how do you think of these things so fast ?
I might have come up with that same idea....after a week or two.
Maybe.
Ha! It's what we call missionary. As in, "Mom, that's so missionary." :)
Oh...I get it. As in, he might as well have been wearing a huge sign on his back that read, "I'm a missionary kid and my mom fixed this suitcase."
Say, wouldn't that be a good idea for a T-shirt?
(By the way, we still have the couch and love seat that came from missionaries. And they are starting to look pret-ty sad)
Maybe it is time for me to break out some of the used tea bag stories.
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