Last night we went to our friends, the Kaes, house and had a blast. We (as in not me, but my wife and Krystal) made lots of Mexican food and then ate it (which is good) and it was quite tasty especially since not one thing on the table had wheat in it! Yummy.

However, I must say that I prefer our toilet paper over theirs. And Craig, since I know you read this… thank you for having toilet paper since while climbing Mt. Bierstadt I thought, “I hope I don’t have to go potty.” We have the nice soft Cottonelle toilet paper which we enjoy as much as one can enjoy a piece of semi-abrasive material on ones skin. I don’t know why I had to write about this other than it was a distinct thought I remember from last night. You see my allergies were bad. The ragweed plant, which I think is misnamed, is polinating right now, which means the air is filled with little tiny bits of nasty stuff designed to wipe me out [and thus we’ve come full circle with the wiping].

We played a game called, “Hear Me Out!” which could be fun, and had some funny moments, but the problem was that we kept landing on one of two mini-games that made it too much of the same thing. However, at one point in time Krystal compared herself to a white tiger and Craig proudly proclaimed, “I love vegetables because without them I couldn’t say Rutabaga with a straight face.” He then followed it by talking about how legumes make you gaseous. We all were busting up (including Brian, who was hanging out with us) outrageously at that point and so we ended that round and called it quits lest we have to play the ‘brainstorm’ mini-game again.

Oh, and for the record, Jon Doyle and I leading some of the music Sunday morning went quite well and the congregation seemed to like it. Or, at the very least no one ran out screaming 🙂