I can't hope to fill you in on everything that's happened since I've been gone, but I can try.
Voice of Truth, the worship band from my old church, have gotten back together. My dad was lead guitarist. The band has been getting together every Thursday night back at the barn at my neighbor's. That's been enjoyable. Joy went with me night before last. We had a really good time.
Wednesday night, most of the youth group came over to my house for food and games. We played some Catch-phrase and some Apples to Apples. We had a grand old time. Lots of silliness and fun. Joy actually practically moved in this week. She stayed Wednesday night and Thursday night. We had a blast. We always have fun when we're together.
Today I'm babysitting while Mom and Dad go grocery shopping.
Something I caught myself saying today: "Okay, Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3. I'm going to the bathroom. If the living room isn't spotless when I come out, all three of you are staying in your rooms until Mom and Dad get home."
Sounds harsh? Not really. I'd been trying for ten minutes to get them to clean up their mess, and then I turn around and the boys are on Riley's bed wrestling and Anne is walking around aimlessly singing, "He could be the one, he could be the one, he could be the o-o-o-o-one."
No, she's not in love. We'd just finished watching that episode of Hannah Montana, and we all have that stupid song in our head. What's really weird is hearing your seven-year-old brother walk through the house singing, "He could be the one." over and over again. I begged him to please please change the lyrics. Sing, "She could be the one" if you have to sing Hannah Montana at all. Then Anne started singing it that way. I just can't win for loosing.
Well, Mom and Dad should be home pretty soon. After that we might go to the church this afternoon. Other than that I don't know.
Y'all have a good day!!
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