roadsie pie

We went to St. Geezy, and it rocked the heeezy. 

Whatever that means, I like it.

Our ward took a wee baby weekend trip to St. George to go to the temple. We stayed with the Bishop and his wife and about 10 other people. I used to be a floor sleeper, and let's just say I am not anymore. That was a sad, sad realization for me. That now takes me from the "easy going red head" to the "difficult house guest" category. 

Saturday was temple! We then proceeded to picnic, sun bathe, swim, eat, nap, and eat.

(Yes, I meant to say "eat" twice. I would've said it 10 times if you wouldn't think less of me.)

Chad and co came up from California to do some rock climbing-- so we got to cross paths and bug each other for a solid 8 hours. I'm talking following a car full of boys to a house and while en route purposely being led down incorrect roads, lots of brake checking,  and circling round-abouts 3 times before exiting. Welcome to High School. It's nice to have you back.

Also, most importantly, spent a good amount of time analyzing The Rules. Read it. Come analyze with us.

It's about dating. Hint: Wear lipstick while running. 

Don't know why I didn't think of this sooner.