|Sons and Moons.|
|Dad's only silly face.|
Networking. I love it, but I hate it. I don't like being put in a room and being told, okay, do some networking. I do like making connections so I know who to ask when I need stuff. Apparently, I'm really good at it because people do me favors all the time.
A kid from the YSA ward has to go home suddenly (he being one of my only friends there), so we had a farewell party for him. Buffalo Wild Wings was involved (and heartily consumed) as well as a stop at Darrell's house for ice cream afterwards. I carpooled with Mom to her last Pathways class, which meant I didn't get home until midnight. Which is way past my bed time. (Meaning Friday was rough...)
|Greg's lap is big enough for the|
2 of us. Apparently.
|There it is. Bucket list that junk.|
Greg made cinnamon rolls ONLY for those who kept his engagements in PH class. (Meaning lots of leftovers for me :). We also became the official chauffeurs of the ward. I wouldn't complain if the drivers and the carless would communicate so rides were fixed to AND FROM church, so we wouldn't have to drive in the opposite direction of our house. Hindsight's 20/20. At least I had some cinnamon rolls to keep me company.
|You know me. Always chillin' with my walruses.|