Transformation

So I went to Jen's house this weekend (along with Sarel, Sara and Tabby). Jen's never met Tabby, so it was sort of a welcome to the family thing. I made dinner, Jen-aka-mini-Betty-Crocker made, like, four deserts, and Jen's friend Tina brought the appetizer. Booze was brought. So was the funk. (haha) So we ate, we drank, and we were very merry. Fun was had by all despite the following:

1. Dave, Jen's sig other, totally forgot and didn't schedule time off, so he was way late getting there.
   
2. We needed more Jolly Ranchers to make - gasp - more Jolly Ranchers. On the way to WallyWorld (btw, Jen, could you live any farther from civilization? I mean really, wtf? How can you live someplace where it takes you thirty minutes to get to a frickin' Wal*Mart???), Sara's glasses broke, and she couldn't see ANYTHING. Plus the evil Vision Center Lady at WallyWorld said she didn't have time to help (it was about thirty minutes before the Vision Center was scheduled to close!!).
   
3. When we got back, I discovered Sarel hadn't taken dinner out of the oven and the cheese was all crusty and charred. Which, everyone said was fine, but I was still a little miffed. The presentation was ruined. It's not his fault, though. I should have stayed with him and kept an eye on it. All my fault. Mine mine mine.

So, we had a great time, left way later than we meant to, missed a turn heading back home and basically got in around 3am.
Yeah.
Church was skipped.
That's okay, though, 'cause I'm buds with the Big Man Upstairs. We're cool.

I swear.

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Okay, maybe not, but I'm sure I'm forgiven. Such is the nature of His Love. So Booya, on that!

Pics coming soon. =)