We welcomed in the year 2011 at the home of our BFF's, the Pollard's. Marcus and I picked up Chinese take-out on our way to their house, which, apparently is a popular thing around here. There is usually no line at our favorite Chinese take-out place, but there were NINE people in line when we pulled up. We fed the kids PB&J and enjoyed our delicious and economical Asian cuisine. Our boys were beat from a long, napless day, so we put them to bed shortly after dinner while the triplets watched a movie and the adults enjoyed some grown-up time. Not naturally a night owl, and even less so when pregnant, I was happy that I actually made it up until midnight (and even a little after). Of course, Marcus and Al stayed up even later playing their PS3.
The following weekend (this past Friday), we celebrated Quenta's 40th birthday party by having a sleepover with all the girls in our small group. It was like a mini-retreat to have so many good friends (and no men or children) under one roof. True to the 15-year-old spirit of the night, the group decided it would be hilarious to drive over to our minister's house at midnight and set up Quenta's blow-up snowman as a Saturday-morning surprise for him and his family. Being generally a more cautious person, I was a little uncertain about the wisdom of this venture, but I didn't want to be the party-pooper at my BFF's birthday party, so I went along.
It turned out that our plan had not considered the possibility that our minister, his wife, and two of his teenage kids would all still be awake and about the house at midnight! They heard us setting up the snow man in the front yard (thanks to one female giggle that, for once, was not mine) and came out on the porch to chat! Mrs. B had made cookies earlier that day and so she invited us in for cookies and hot chocolate. Our clandestine plan completely shot, we laughed and filed sheepishly in the house. It turned out to be a really cool visit because the family's youngest daughter had torn her ACL in a basketball game that evening, and they were all discouraged and worried about that. Gary and Carol said that our silly visit really cheered them up and even made their evening. I teased him that it had to be an ego boost to know that a bunch of women could have a slumber party and the most fun thing they could think of to do was crashing their preacher's house. (He got the last word by thanking each of us ladies by name for our unexpected visit during church Sunday morning.)
So here we are, in our jackets and our pajamas, with our senior minister and his wife (far right), and Frosty the Snowman.
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