Wednesday, June 03, 2009
A Very Fulfilling Evening
This many shoes at my door means one thing: teenagers are present. Last night 13 9th and 10th graders showed up for the first night of our summer book study on Crazy Love by Francis Chan.
There are many other house groups meeting besides mine, of course. I just happen to have 9th and 10th graders on this side of town, sort of.
You all know I stress out when I have people over, but I did OK this time because it was just kids. They don't care that your entry way is stripped of wallpaper and you haven't done a thing to it because you're indecisive. No, their eyes don't look for interior flaws; their eyes look for food.
Ordinarily, people looking to me for food would send a chill up my spine due to my culinarily challenged self, but I know from experience that most teenagers aren't picky, as I have seen teenaged boys take bites out of sticks of butter, so I knew I was probably OK.
I fixed all kinds of beautiful fruit and a fruit dip which didn't turn out so great (how can a person mess up marshmallow cream and cream cheese? I don't know, but I did. It looked sort of curdled.) I also prepared veggies and dip, a cheese tray, cocktail wieners in the crock pot and the piece de resistance, iced brownies topped with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and chocolate syrup.
Due to the dessert, I think I now have 13 disciples. So it was a very fulfilling and full-filling evening at the Crows'.
Zoe enjoyed this night because she met a bunch of new people to pee for (submissive sign of love for her, hair-pulling-out frustration for me) and she also did her tricks. The "Bang! You're dead!" trick gets 'em every time, mainly because when I hold up my hand like pistol and say "bang," she doesn't die a quick death as if she's been shot; she sort of rolls over as if she's turning after hours of leisurely tanning at the Riviera. It's quite elegant and hilarious.
So when you have guests over, do your pets do anything funky or funny, like hide or behave oddly? If so, does this mean we are bad pet parents?