The perfectly planned evening of quality roommate togetherness was abruptly thwarted by, well, we don't really know whether the work schedule was mysteriously changed, or Ar simply failed to note that she worked til 10pm, not 5pm. So, a quick dinner at Freebirds was the remedy. There we carefully crafted the enduring emblem of our establishment. Look for the silver foil dove perched under the peace sign.
A midnight soccer game was a great way to start off Sunday morning. However, the ever-changing nail polish color scheme is really keeping Ar on her toes. The nine blue toenails are no longer a match for the smashed one.
Later on in the day, after church, La discovered our furry friend, Emi, had locked herself in the master bedroom. And there is no key. "Did you mean to lock her in?" La called to ask El, who was across town dining on a warm bowl of Vietnamese tendonitis. Good thing La can pick a lock like a 5-year old picks his nose!
El was just now challenged to one hour of ignoring Emi. Which she has successfully completed, if you don't count the redirected comments that sounded meant for a dog ...but she insists were for her roommates. We passed the time during this intense countdown by challenging ourselves to beat our record at catch phrase... nine is the number we now shoot for!
The next item on the agenda for the day is: Update the blog. check.
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