Happy Friday

Happy Friday! It has been a long week, but this weekend I am going home to see my family-so excited! My parents, older brother Alex, miniature poodle, 3 legged cat, 4 legged cat, and guinea pig will be there. Not to mention one one my best friends Carlena who is coming home from the University of Idaho for the weekend as well. I have known Carlena since the young days in Sunday School at our temple in Bellevue. While the other students sat around in a circle singing to the guitar stylings of Rabbi Murel's daughter, we would sneak of to the playground and throw woodchips at younger children.

Carlena and I ended up in the same 3rd grade portable together at elementary school. We spent the year making funny faces at each other across the room (we were banned from ever sitting next to each other the second day of class) and meeting "secretly" in the girl's bathroom. One time the teacher found us wrapping the toilet in toilet paper and made us call our parents. My dad responded, "Uh...well, don't do it again."

We had even more fun committing mischievous crimes at Carlena's house, just a two minute drive from my place. One day they had mechanic over to fix their sink. As the larger than normal man bent down, he exposed nearly half of his behind. Carlena and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows and exploded into a fit of laughter. Her mother gave us a look, but we could tell she was holding back a smile.

A couple of hours later Carlena and I came up with a plan to get back at the large man for exposing our virgin eyes to his filthy butt crack. When Carlena's mom was gone from the kitchen, we approached the man. We politely told him that we were making some toast and butter and quickly grabbed the butter from the fridge. Forget the bread. Then we snuck outside to where the man's truck was, holding back laughter. We broke of pieces of butter from the stick and began smearing them on the inside of the door handle.

We ran inside and waiting by the window from above. When he saw him finally exit the house we were hysterical, already rolling into walls laughing. We watched as he reached for the handle and pulled back in surprise. He tried to twist his body in a way so he could see what slimy substance it was that was making his hands all oily and wet, but his head kept bumping against the door of the truck. He eventually gave up and just wiped his hands on the back of his trousers, got in the truck, and drove away. We waved goodbye from the window thinking we were so clever, which we were.

We'll see what kind of trouble we get into this time muahahah!

Me and Carlena in Seattle!

Me and Carlena at the Mercer Island Beach Club for a barbeque with our families!