Big House Update

Things are better. You know how you get in those moods and the whole world just feels like junk? I guess I was just in one of those moods and I took everything personally. No one really knew I was mad at them some I was able to just let it all out and get over it on my own without causing further problems. I did say something to skinny-man 130 lb. Chris. We were passing in a narrow staircase and I looked at him and said, "guess I'm not too fat to slip by, hun?". I don't think he had any idea what I was talking about, but strangely I felt much better. . . . Now about the house itself. There are shoes and boys everywhere. I hardly know what to do with myself, there are so many boys! Some of them are close to our ages, but none of them act like it. It's crazy. We proverbial (to avoid offense) dropped our jaws when we found out the oldest was 21. None of them really act their age except the 15 year old neighbor who is always looking at you every time you see him. They are wierding me out and I can't wait until Saturday. isn't that awful? But in other news, yesterday they had us girls paint the railing in the front of their church and the boys help mow the ten acres surrounding it. It took us girls all day and we still ran out of paint (we started with two gallons) and for about the last full hour we had an audience. It was so weird. But we go through it. There is some delicious smelling coffee that is calling or brewing my name and I must seek it out. catch ya later . . .