It's too bad there isn't a standard for toppings. I mean, we're all looking for pizza. We all want someone who is a faithful member of the church (crust) and serving a mission never hurt anyone (sauce and cheese). But apparently not everyone wants pineapple (the same sense of humor) or green peppers (weathered perspective) or mushrooms (level-headed). They probably want some gross meat-lovers pizza. (someone who can jump really high?)
Which, true to my metaphor, sometimes I like meat-lovers. But usually not. I am, at heart, a green pepper kind of pizza eater.
I guess I'm just looking for my fellow pineapple lover. I know you're out there somewhere.
On another note, I went to a really good mission friend's homecoming this weekend. Here's a bunch of us HHM returned missionaries!
Smith, Lunt, Larsen, Garritson, Clark, Sandoval, Me, Post, Sister and President Peterson