We had two barbecues (count em'! Two!) this weekend. Friday night with the Haynes and Warnicks and Saturday night with the Blairs and Allens (and some of their friends.) I'm requesting nothing less than at least 2 cookouts every summer weekend from here on out, is that too unreasonable? My other request is that there is at least one cute baby at each event. Every man present at Friday nights BBQ has a motorcycle, so we all took turns putting around the parking lot. You should see Lando squirm in nervousness when I ride the bike. The funny thing is, I'm actually pretty good! And it's kind of cute to watch him worry.
Kayaking on Saturday was a bust because the ORC had rented out ALL of their kayaks for a trip this weekend, so we got up early and took Boris climbing in Ririe because I realized I only have 3 more weeks of Laura in Rexburg, 3 WEEKS! I can't even think about it. I am beyond sad she is leaving me... for Hawaii... that jerk.
We spoke in church today. Yikes. But now we've paid our dues. No more speaking in church for at least 2 years, right?