Sitting down on the grass next to the very dry witted Mike and unknowingly leaning back on his hand. He then exclaims, "Whoa Elyse! What are you trying to do? Hold my hand? Are you trying to get FRESH with me?!?!"
Waiting in the very long line at the cannon center with Heather for some orange chicken, only to be given a plate with what we liked to call 'prison rations'. So I rather sarcastically say "I waited in line for THIS?!?!" To which the poor cannon center worker apologetically replied "I'm sorry!!! Did you want more??" Of course I took more. And I know I am a terrible person and a bad example. But hey, squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Staying late at the dance after all the boy participants were sent back to their rooms. After being falsely led to believe all the girls were in trouble, the DJ and leaders proceeded to play the Hoedown Throwdown. Seeing a room full of girls dancing to Hannah Montana was the perfect way to end the day.
Watching my youth devise a company cheer that centered around the participant in our group who wore a black cape...every single day. I kid you not, Mason and his cape were the biggest sensation of the session. Awesome.
Trying to roast starbursts on pizza night with my girls by throwing them up into the lamp overhang. And then having an ugly face contest which I hands down won. Check facebook for photographic documentation soon.
Overall, a very successful week.
Overall, a very successful week.
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