Collette got these very tasty cookies from a new place in American Fork called Smart Cookie. She thoughtfully (and humorously) labeled the chocolate mint cookie "Not for Jana" because Jana s mint.
This is a shot of my plate of goodness. We had spinach dip and french bread, wheat thins with cream cheese and chipotle, french fries and fry sauce from JCW's (my contribution), the best berry mix salad ever (strawberries, black berries, blue berries and raspberries), plus the fabulous cookies from Collette. It was sooooo good.
This is what cute Collette looks like when she has a giggling fit. At one point she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk to tell us why. It turned out to be because Jana said something that reminded her of an episode of Friends she'd just watched (she knows EVERY episode). This was highly amusing.
This is a shot of the clock when we finally stood up to leave, wow that's a lot of talking.
Here is our self-portrait (this is a new thing we'll be doing each time we get together) courtesy of Jenn's long, monkey arms. I love it! (L to R: Jana, Collette, Jenn and Amy, back: Me and Michelle)
After book club, I went to the grocery store at midnight to get some fun food items for Landon's birthday (birthday post to come later) breakfast and totally forgot that I was wearing this seriously stained shirt! Aye Carumba! You see, while taking my very last bite of fabulous fruit salad the blackberry I was going for went rogue on me and landed on my shirt. Horrified and annoyed I carefully went to retrieve it when it decided to roll down the rest of my shirt!! Good grief. Jana was in the middle of telling us a serious story so all I could do was eat that pesky blackberry and then put a napkin over my shirt to hide it. I found this stain highly distracting and somewhat comical because it looks like a stain from a laundry detergent commercial.
Anyway, I took this self-portrait at the grocery store to document my humiliation. Fortunately I was the only costumer in there, and most of the employees were stocking shelves, but I still had to face the cashier. I told her what happened but I could still see amusement and judgment in her eyes. I had to resist retelling my story when the bagger came and started bagging up my groceries. I felt like a freak.
**Have you ever gone out in a public
place with a heinous stain?
Do you have a hard time talking
when you get the giggles?**
place with a heinous stain?
Do you have a hard time talking
when you get the giggles?**
