Painful Feasting

This might look like a mean thing to blog about. And stupid considering she could have flung the knife at my eye. But I caught Sarah on a good day and I think I have permission. What amazing talent and focus this must take. Sunday morning coffee run with the worship team.
Sunday afternoon football. Heyyyyyy!! Something to consider on a regular basis perhaps? This was just an annual scrimmage called The Turkey Bowl. Young fellers (high school) vs. The old guys (anyone else).

The Turkey Bowl is always followed by the Feast Of Thanks, where hundreds of BBCers take to the buffet line and build up some regrets for later that night, and the next day. It's a good time though. Wes (left) is trying to measure up to the humongous pile of mashed potatoes Brittney (second from right) is loading up. Got enough there!?!

I'm currently investigating which of these 11 items is responsible for my nausea, dizziness, fever and pains. I know it doesn't look like 11. Layers people, layers.

And this is Noah and I entertaining ourselves by pretending that Ryan didn't ditch us and is actually sitting right there. He had good reason though...but still.