not sure where this photo came from... but if you know let me know!
Jason's idea for our fun Family Home Evening activity last night was to go through the budget over the next few months, because I guess that's what grown-ups have to do.... After about 4 grueling hours (we somehow managed to make it take waaaay too long) of going through papers and numbers and guessing on what will happen in our future and remembering everything that happened in the last few months I was ready to die. Because we were so into the awesome activity we never did have a spiritual message. Maybe when we read scriptures later that counted? Oh well, better luck next time.
Even though Jason thinks budgeting is a fun activity I think it is awful. Totally awful. I hate numbers and calculators and long division and trying to remember the past in detail. It'll make your head explode! But I guess it's good to know where your money is going every once in a while—it's what grownups do. Right? A funny little side note: I took a whole class on budgeting at BYU-I. I left that class everyday with my mind doing twirly-wirlies. Too much for me... and it'll only get worse I'm sure.
Anyway, after those 4 hours of punishment (yes, the whole time I was trying to think of what it was I did to deserve it. I honestly couldn't come up with anything) we were both thoroughly overwhelmed and I declared that we needed to get out and eat some fruit—in the form of Jamba Juice (because we still have a gift card from graduation or birthday or last Christmas or something). Jas was game, we threw on our shoes—who am I kiddin? I hate shoes—in my case, flip flops, and ran to Jamba. It was 9:56 as we pulled into the parking lot and read on the door that this particular Jamba closes at 9:30 on Mondays and Tuesday and other days it feels like it. (k, not sure what the other closing times were, you caught me. sorry. but it's a different time almost everyday and every time we go it's doors are locked and the guy is sweeping up in the back. I know that because I can see him through the window.)
This naturally sent me into a depression, especially when Jason said we should go back home and go to bed. I was like "No way! I hate our bed!" (oh, I forgot to tell you the part where we were holding our little FHE of punishment on top of our bed with all of the documents spread all around us. guuhhh.) So he took me to Yogurtland because all good things come from Yogurtland. (I know, I know, I said we broke up, but if you haven't tried it you don't know just how hard that break up could be!) And I got peppermint and dark chocolate and thought I died and went to stupid-budget-anyway-heaven!
Then we came home, threw in Elf, ate our frozen yogurt and laughed ourselves silly! (so much funnier than we remembered) And our brains healed from the budgeting and we were happy again. Yay!
Oh, and I worked on our Christmas decor....... which was in fact inspired by Elf. We left all of our Christmas decor in storage at my parents because we must have thought that there was no Christmas where there isn't snow. But let me tell you—there sure is! I've been listening to Christmas music just as soon as the clock struck Nov 1 (yesssssss, I am one of those people). So I have been making our Christmas decorations, one piece of paper at a time and this place is about to look like a winter-wonderland! So excited.