I went up to Huntsville to do some things and hang out with some people last week and it was a lot of fun, like always. Liz and I went rock climbing for the first time of our lives and made it to the top with the motivation of our new friend Brittany holding our ropes.. and by motivation i mean she forced us. Liz had a little more added enthusiasm from the Hoobastank tunes playing in the background. We are going to be climbing consistently during the school year and we are pretty excited about it!
I also hung out with Jake, we went to get a quart of Sherbert, pretty much my favorite cold thing to eat. I was so excited about it.. I got a bowl from his cabinet and started to scoop the biggest spoon-full possible and out of my excitement I flung the spoon-full across the kitchen and it landed, more like smacked, on the tile floor. I shouted "NOOO!" and ran to eat the part on top that wasn't touching the tile (don't judge me). Jake saw this happen, we laughed a little and he went upstairs to get something. Highly disappointed, I went back to my bowl and proceeded to get many huge spoon-fulls to fill it up. I turn around with a smile on my face and start to walk to the couch to sit down with my rainbow sherbert. My right foot lands RIGHT in the middle of the massive "first scoop" that in all of my mixed emotion i forgot to clean up. My hands go flying in the air to catch my balance and the bowl that was now COMPLETELY full of my sherbert lands face down on the kitchen tile. From the floor, I scream " ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME " and from upstairs Jake screams, "WHAT NOW!?!?"
He runs downstairs and finds me, my full and faced-down bowl of sherbert, and the flip flop skid through the first scoop.. like this..
