Turkey Day

I know this is the highlight of your Mondays but I'm going to keep this relatively short due to the fact that it is being written at 2am. Honestly, this week was a bit more of the same. I woke up before the sun to go play basketball.  And by that I mean, stumble around with my dad making him run drills and rebounding until I get to play defense on him. Then the fun begins. Then I wake up.
I worked a fair amount. This part time gig is turning into more of a full time gig than I'd planned. But the more, the merrier when it comes to solid green in the hands of a soon-to-be starving college student. 
I'm sewing a new skirt with little monsters on it. I thought it was funny. I also had my little brother T Sizzle escort me through the library to tell me all the new series I need to read. I made a stack of the first books in each series. It's a hefty stack. 
Thursday my family drove up to Massachusetts to meet my extended family for dinner. We borrowed the keys to the church, in typical Hutchins style. We set up the feast of all feasts. Then we all ran around like maniacs, also true to form. I threw someone into the snow. Fended off repeated attacks. At some point, a cousin had a leg through the basketball hoop. It was utter madness. Imagine our family if they drank alcohol. Bad news bears. My oldest cousin Roger just got married and so his new wife was there. She's pretty cool. And she's the Roney's neighbor. All I heard about for the rest of the day was bets on which of the cousins is next for the chopping block. 
I bought a sweet leather jacket on black friday. Then i drove back to mass to go to Roger's reception. And by that I mean watch my sister's basketball game in the basement while eating delicious cupcakes. If you saw that picture from my basketball days last week, then you get a decent picture of the girl Hannah was up against. After having more than my fair share of cupcakes, I presented my wonderful cousin Adam with the French cheeses I have been reserving in my freezer. Roquefort, some chevres, and Tar Tar of course. The fact that I carried these reeking cheeses all the way from France and then kept them in my house just shows that I like him. Even with the beard. Then, as per usual, I invited myself to sleep over at his house. The father of Rogers BFF was there and not taking any of our hints that it was time to go. Which, at the very least, proved to be entertaining.
Early Saturday morning I drove to the Boston temple. I worked there all day. I hung out with Grampy. Also a funny old Italian man. And all the Haitians that were there. We spoke in French. They also spoke English but I didn't care. Sunday I dropped some of my siblings off at our ward before I went to the singles ward with my two littlest sisters. Only because I had to speak. We got there late,  but that's what happens when it's an hour away and I've sworn to drive J Money to church. My mom had meetings early in the morning so she couldn't. Anyways.  I gave a talk on repentance to the whopping 15 people there. And sang four times as loud as anyone else. Then they invited me to a linger longer, which I only stayed for bc my sister's were begging. And it included cereal. That meant I had to talk to people. Naturally,  I sat at the boys table. I was shocked that there people still sit segregated in normal life! I thought it was a missionary thing. Guess not. I broke up the monotony, as per usual.
I read a lot of books this week. I sleep on a couch bed in a room that people usually don't enter. It is now the hub of activity. And the middle of the couch bed is like the Rancor pit in Star Wars. Deep and unforgiving. And has hidden monsters. The kids find any excuse to be in here. My favorite is when we're all just sitting in here reading. Every now and again one of us will laugh and explain what happened and we all laugh. It's nice as far as limbos go.