I only have 3 more days of summer! Sad. I'm not thinking about it, so I'll reminisce over this last week.
We did a lot of this activity.We had 10 high schoolers over for the finale of SYTYCD. It made me wonder what I was like in high school. Was I really that loud? Was I really that immature? But, I loved 'em!
We spent more time in here.
I watched 2 of our cars loaded onto one of these. My parents went from 3 cars to 1 car in 36 hours. My poor mom and dad!
Car 1: Around lunchtime on Thursday, Rebekah and I were in an accident. She was driving. The airbags deployed. The suburban was totaled. 3 things I'm grateful for: 1-Rebekah, the other driver, and I were not seriously injured; 2-everyone was wearing their seatbelt; 3-the glass did not shatter. Morals of the story: do not turn left on a yellow unless you're 100% sure no other cars are going to go through the intersection AND wear your seatbelt.
Car 2: Around dinnertime on Friday, Heather, Marge, and I ran in the Payson Walmart to grab a few things for the ward summer summit and returned to a car that would not start. We thought maybe it was on anti-theft lock down. Nope. We thought maybe it was a dead battery. Nope. We thought the dealership could figure out what was wrong with it. Nope.
It would not be a summer as a YSA unless I attended this.
Sunday dinners are wonderful!
I taught the boys some sign language. Do you know what they're saying?