Because I know how you all love hearing about my weekend, this post. Friday I spent at home doing stuff like cleaning up and reading. Saturday morning I woke to find my alarm clock on the blink, having overslept for a few hours. I got a call from Bethany of all people, shouting at me for not going to the outreach carwash. I watched Mr and Mrs Smith - an interesting movie - and then headed off to Hamilton and came back to the house sopping wet. Dried off my clothes while wearing a pair of gargantuan jean shorts with a belt of my own, thank you very much. I was also wearing a shirt. Slept at Nick’s house.

Sunday, I went to church twice and the old age home to sing for the old age people. It went well. Cooled my heels on the front porch of a friend’s house. Ate salsa and chips and Mr Noodles and fries - and I weigh about a thousand pounds right now - and then said goodbye. Tried to steal an entire week’s worth of woman’s suits, but didn’t get away with it. Darn sneaky girls that steal stuff back. Didn’t even get the shoes. Said goodbye again and left. Got gas, got home, hit the hay.

And right now you’re thinking to yourself, “What a boring weekend.” Yep. Boring. Y-A-W-N. Boring boring boring. If I have any more weekends like that my head might explode.

Also, sorry for all the movie references. I swear, I don’t usually watch that many in a weekend. I won’t talk about them ever again. Ever. Until tomorrow.

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