Primary shenanigans

Today I was officially called as an advisor to the primary. Basically, I am a jill of all trades and float around helping wherever needed. Today was my first official day, and the kids were so hyper I caught myself gazing longingly out the window. The parking lot, far from being pretty, was a magical world away from the boys screaming and jumping out of their seats. There were two cuties, who I would place at around seven or younger, that stole my heart. Their names are Shawn and Nico. Shawn was very style conscious (no, not in THAT way), and had a little flip at the front of his hair which he would occasionally touch and make sure it was still there. His outfit was pretty cute too, very bachelor for such a long age. He acted out until he realised that I was not happy and got more attention from me when acting considerably more reverent. The good thing about the level of pre-Christmas excitement in the children was the plus that I did not have to attend adult Sunday school. Good thing to, since I was up until half past three this morning listening to some drunk women screaming on the street. It got so bad that I was convinced she was being attacked, so I crept to the front room with my mobile (just in case) and peeked out of the curtains. The club across the street closes at 3am, so they had kicked everybody out, and the drunken women was among them. I still don't know what she was going on about, but a man who looked like her boyfriend and another girl were restraining her. Kind of creepy, not going to lie.

Oh, Becci is engaged!! Her boyfriend, Eric, proposed when he was visiting last week. They went down to London, and on the way back from Les Mis, he kneeled down in one of the very spacious taxis they have there and proposed. The date they're thinking of is the end of July, in Alaska, where they are both from. Hopefully I could maybe go. Always wanted to see Alaska. After church, where everyone makes the awkward small talk in the lobby, I got a full tale of the progression of Kent's stomach flu. Yeah, wasn't that pleased. Well, one day, hopefully, he will be able to mature a bit. But, as we know, some people never grow up.

Tuesday is the primary christmas party. I am so excited!!! I am in charge of the gingerbread cookie decorating with Jennifer. I've been wanting to decorate cookies since before Thanksgiving, so, in truth, I am probably more psyched than the kids.

Days left 'till Portland: 12 (not counting today)