and contiues....

I invited my parents over for dinner and then Jess and Kade came. They were all here when the home teachers came. They gave a great lesson but it is so hard for Eli to sit still. He was sitting by me when Porter leaned over and whispered in my ear "Eli has a tattoo" I looked down at Eli's leg and it said POOP. Nice tat!!! He even put it on himself....he might have a career in that.

We played our favorite game. Who, what, where, when, and why. Everyone has a piece of paper and a pen. You write down Who....just a name of someone you know, or the girl at the service counter, or Santa Clause....you get it. Then you fold it over behind the paper and pass it, next you write what they did..and so on. Then when you are all done with the why, you unfold the papers and each read the one you have.

Here are some of the ones we came up with:

Eli & Peyton Manning lied on the bathroom floor stinking in the porter potty (that was Heber) in the future when they married Obama because they were diagnosed with terminal dandruff.

Andy pooped his pants (Heber was stuck on a theme) in Mexico, in the springtime of his life because his armpit hair was greasy.

Heber Clawson leaped from a building stark naked at the strip in Vegas at high noon, for the fire and ice of it all.

The hairiest, smelliest monkey demon in the world danced a jig on a table with a lampshade on his head in the church parking lot when the african peacock farts because of an upset stomach.

A giant cockroach tickled his new friend grandma babsie at the tip of a llamas tongue at 3:30am on Thursday morning to gain buns of steel.

It was a crazy night!!!! Yes, eventually we all calmed down and the night ended. AHHHHH