When the mallo's flaming.

Sometimes my family likes to roast marshmallows and quote "The Sandlot". We also like to fling flaming marshmallows at mom (we being the royal we, meaning I), just kidding, that was last time.

Roastings.

Melissa, mostly known as Loupe.

Please note my camping/rodeo shirt. I thought that I had lost it, naturally I was crushed.

Loupe likes to burn her marshmallows to a crisp and then drop them on her pants.
Ponyboy, Dally, and Sodapop.
Clive was sad to miss out on the festivities. That is him with the glowing eyeballs.

Hey, kitty...

you wanna ride in my baby carriage?

What direction are you facing?

So, last Saturday I went on our stake senior trip, it was a laugh and a half, or, as Robb would say, all that and a bag of chips. Mostly because Robb and Matty are pretty much favorites. Besides them being favorites, I had some favorite moments as well, they are as follows:
- The secret breakfast, not to be confused with the secret garden.
- Paying Matty a dollar to eat my eggs...and hash browns...and everything else.
- Pat, pat.
- Getting hit in the head with a racquet ball...three times.
- My ping pong skills, or lack of them. Robb was kicking my trash.
- "We have the cookies"..."that means you can come back now"..."C is for cookie"
- Tickling Robb, so funny.
- The mystery of the internal compass, which I also lack. An internal compass, that is.
- Regressing to 7th grade..."Are you writing on your pants?"
- The manicotti-macaroni switch.
- Discussions on thievery.

- Secret texting (insert evil laugh)

- The community pillow.

Anyway, it was a delight beyond all others, and those who were not in attendance should be very sad indeed.

Point of personal privilege.

So today I got put in the naughty chair. In my government class. During our mock congress. Apparently I was out of order. These things seem to happen to me quite a bit, I mean, more than your average person.