Wednesday was a chaotic day. It was less dramatic than the day before, which had me both wiping Mother's blood off of the kitchen floor and offending an eminent missionary family. But it was tiring and busy, and I have a swollen mosquito bite because of it. In my younger days, I used to be all about service. I worked for the Center for the Common Good, built houses on weekends, and spent my vacations interning at non-profit organizations or leading service trips. Nowadays, the staff meal at BP is my one piece of annual do-goodery left. By that, I really mean, "trick D'Bomb into opening up his kitchen and spending his afternoon helping me cook for 25 people." Which was exactly what I did on Wednesday. I wouldn't say it was the best staff meal ever, but it sure beat the frozen beef patties we served with Nate a few years ago. The blueberry cake was delicious, though. Even if D'Bomb and I were the only 2 people who couldn't stop eating it (I even brought some leftovers home... the leftovers of the food I donated to BP).
Liz: We need to hang out (true- we do!). You're always sneaking into town to hang out with this one (indicating D'Bomb).
Moi: That's only because he literally has no schedule. Teachers and the unemployed: those are my summer friends.
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