Day 21

Erin is home. She was greeted with a joyous cry of "sup dude?" by Beth when she walked in the door, then they waited for Gros to come home. She eventually swung into the apartment bringing half of a large watermelon and also a turkey with her (Kinda like when somebody comes home all tipsy with a lampshade on their head and toting a bottle of booze, except for it was a turkey and a watermelon instead...)  And then the three spent their evening reveling in their completeness once again...

And then Beth and Gros both proclaimed that they were exhausted and were going to bed, and left Erin alone in the living room to do the post. Like a DOG.

Anyway, The Asay family made it home quite uneventfully; not a raccoon in sight. Though they had to rent a car to get home and ended up getting shoved into a Kia Soul

Aside from having a completely moronic design and NO trunk space, this car is basically the vehicular equivalent of a preppy polo shirt... It even had a California license plate, which somehow enhanced the effect, kind of like popping the collar of the aforementioned polo shirt. Just something about driving in one of those things that makes one feel really pretentious.

Regardless, the trip is now over, and the Asays may or may not get their dear old Camry back. We shall see.

Apparently Grosland went to the Single's Ward today AND to ward choir like a good girl. She actually met people! Human people! With faces and everything! On a somewhat related note, there has been an unsettling epidemic of guys in the apartment complex offering up their roommates as some sort of shady incentive to get girls to come to events.

Beth is still ill and still memorizing plants. She is excused from posting.

Erin is tired too, so it's time to sign off for the night. Ta!