Cecilie and I had an ultimate Halloween. In church, we were a triple threat: we spoke, we sang, and we got callings. (We will be team teaching the 6-7 year olds in Primary; I think I'm actually supporting Cecilie in her calling cause she can teach without me there, but I can't teach without her there.) In the afternoon, the Pearsons kindly invited us to their home for dinner and to watch the Giants come one game closer to defeating the Rangers in the World Series. During the seventh inning stretch, we had a donut on a string eating competition.
I competed against 4 others but it was as was as easy as 1, 2, 3, 4...
I competed against 4 others but it was as was as easy as 1, 2, 3, 4...
3...4... I don't have a picture for the 3rd bite, but the donut was gone after bite number 4. It's times like this it is hard to know if Cecilie was proud or disgusted. I would like to think a little of each.