These Days...

Hi. We apologize for a lack of blogetiquette. Your grace would be appreciated since we are quite virginal to the blogosphere. Here is an update for all of you who really wish Jo-Jo, Danger, and Lindor had a reality show that you could tune into every week...one day my friends, one day.

Hi readers. We love each of you. Some perhaps more than others but love abounds. Well, we will start with tonight and work backwards. Jo-jo and I (Sarah) went on a brisk walk around the neighborhood. It was "blustery" as Jo-jo described, but we didn't get hit by any cars or trucks or vespas...so that was cool. We made it home after 3 miles of exercise and chats about our lives, Jourdan's new song, boys (tee hee), and our menstrual cycles. Our tummies were squealing for attention so we opted for the taco soup leftovers since I was instructed to add more color to my diet the other day. Bazzle (that's jo-jo) was in charge of soup warming and in an effort to be efficient and satisfy our tummies sooner decided to put two largish bowls of soup in our pint sized microwave. While she was checking the soup warmth, she pulled one of the hot bowls out with her unprotected hands and spilled soup all over her hand and the counter. As Jourdan was washing her hand off and making sure she did not need to go to the burn unit at Parkland for a skin graft from her hiney, I was eyeing the mess on the counter and thinking about the best way to clean it up, but also wondering if we could salvage any of it. If you don't already know, the girls of apartment 2002 are about as unfancy as Dallas gets and are not afraid to eat spilled, counter-germ soup. So I asked Jourdan if we might be able to save it, she responded with a hearty "absolutely" and grabbed the nearest spoon off Linde's handy silverware tree --- yet another reason why we are besties (the reply, not the tree). Jo-Jo began scooping counter-germ soup into the half-filled bowl, while I tried to keep it from plopping off onto the floor. After salvaging as much off the top of the mess as possible, we decided to heat the bowls individually which turned out to be successful. Once our soups were warmed, we added the cheese and chips, sat down to eat, and enjoyed a dinner together whilst discussing boys (tee hee), how Jesus keeps showing up for us even in our weird stages, and of course our hormones and menstrual cylces and how far is really too far (tee hee). It was a good night and I didn't find even one stray hair or brownie crumb in my soup.

PS: Jourdan discovered a cut capo and became a rock star in an afternoon...seriously. Noe, a sweet small child-like creature, sang in the microphone at 121 community church yesterday.