Last night I learned a valuable lesson about charity and service. One of the girls I visit teach told me that she loves Pani Popo and she is moving in a couple weeks. So Adrian and I got together after work and made a couple batches of Pani Popo for the girls we visit. In the old days I was known to be the Pani Popo Machine. Seriously when I was in college I was the Secretary for Samoan Club and every function we had I made big batches and trays of the coconut buns. Now a days it is a rare occasion that I will slave over the stove for 2 1/2 hours to make the dessert. Only if Inoke really begs for it. I have heard of using frozen dinner rolls instead of making them from scratch... but I am just old fashioned and I like the taste of soft home made rolls. So I digress... after we finished baking we headed over on foot to deliver the trays. As we were walking carrying the trays my slipper broke and I totally bit it on the asphalt. Seriously, it was a doosy of a fall. When I was going down the only thought in my mind was "SAVE THE PANI POPO!" So I sacrificed my leg and the tray didn't even spill. It was a miracle. I didn't even twist my ankle, which was another miracle because I was wearing those 4" slippers... But as I stood up I looked down. Even in the dark I could see the blood starting to drip. So I hobbled over on one broken slipper to deliver the trays. Lucky Mariko was kind enough to invite me in to clean up my leg. Now here come the tears. Have you ever poured hydrogen peroxide on an open wound??? HOLY SMOKES! Seriously I was biting down on a towel to keep from screaming and it didn't just sting when we poured it on, it kept stinging for like a half hour. Ouch! Here is a photo of the wound. 

Look! Now I have matching war wounds with Inoke!

Lesson learned. No more 4" slippers. At least we got a good laugh about it all and I actually did my Visiting Teaching this month....









