Mutual

For mutual, the young women and little boy scouts played a bunch of games like kickball, dodgeball, and missionary tag. Blondes vs. Brunettes. According to Abby, I could've been on the blonde team because I act like a dumb blonde... Rude! I sure showed her when I creamed her team in dodgeball. Haha sike! I was like the first one out. But I had all the midget boy scouts on my team so it was all good. Except when we played kickball, and I was totally on 2nd base (which was a table) and Abby came running over trying to yank me off so I'd get out. It takes a lot more than sissy yanking to make ME lose. I dragged the wooden table right along with me until the blondes gave up.

Missionary tag was... FUN. We all ran like crazy. Especially little Noel Peterson, bless his heart. He's such a cutie. And has a crush on both my little sisters? And during the game missionary tag, told me we're married?? Haha funny kid.

I feel bad for those poor boy scouts though. Most of the time they were "it" because they don't stand a chance against my lightning speed. Occasionally, they'd tag Abby or I, and Abby said, "No I can't be it because I'm talking with Honore!" People clearly don't understand our inseparableness.

When it was time to go, we closed with a prayer. For a long time in a whole hour and a half, it was dead silent. DEAD SILENT. Then right before we were about to pray, someone said, "It's really quiet." Laughter burst from everyone's bellies and it took a while for everyone to settle down again.

Abby and I obviously never settle down. We raced to the parking lot and jumped in her car, only to blast music and dance. Although it sounds easy, I'm a witness to say jerking and rejecting is difficult to do while sitting in a vehicle.

Laughing A LOT,

Honore