"I Beat The Finn"
This week (like all preceding weeks) was otlichna (great). The Russian is coming along, the day of thanks has nearly come, and the belly is full. Speaking of the belly, I would like to give a public shoutout to an experienced missionary mother who sent me a delicious package full of edible delights. The climactic moment of this segway story was when the package of food contained two boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. For those of you who live under a rock, or have a distinct distaste for the sound of happiness, two boxes meant that I received 24 doughnuts. Yes, I understood that my mother intended for me to share. And I did. At first. Let me just say that between the dining hall and my personal stash, I have averaged several donuts a day, a happy mind, and a stomach with the mood swings of a pubescent tween. Now this sets the stage. Two nights ago, at around 9:30 PM,I was on my final doughnut of my stash. I was savoring each bite of glazed perfectio...