I rolled out of bed late this morning and my house was like a tomb. We've been running full-throttle since Friday. I got home from a babysitting job and got picked up for an impromptu birthday sleepover for Micaiah (that was a lot of fun--we placed a lit sparkler in her cake and then swam in the pool till 10), and then the next morning Shelley, who is really an amazing person, drove me all the way down to Whidbey Island where my family was camping with our church.
We've had rather dreary weather here in Bellingham, but the weather down there was beautiful! Beautiful, but certainly not warm. We spent a lot of time around a camp-fire. Most of the kids in the church played Mafia—that game where you get to murder people and then execute others after a mock-trial, maybe not your typical church game, but very fun—and they killed me off three (count ‘em, three!) times. I’m trying not to read into this too much.
After another restless night on a hard floor—at least the first one had had a rug!—our family got packed up and headed back to Bellingham. Then I went out with my Decapolis sisses for ice cream and then the 3rd service at Hillcrest. *It was so great to see you gals again! Steph and Katie, we missed you!* Then I promised myself I’d get in bed on time for once this weekend, but I ended up staying awake till 11.30, chatting w/ friends and e-mailing. That’ why I rolled out of bed at 9.45 to an empty house. I honestly don’t know where my family is off too, I just hope I haven’t missed the Rapture or something. :-0