This year for the BYU vs. Utah football game, we invited some friends over. We had lots of yummy food, lots of groaning, and a few cheers (mainly by our UofU friends who came ... boo). But, before we could have people over, we definitely needed to mop our floors. One of the worst things about having a large kitchen is the floors. Takes FOREVER to get them swept and mopped. Well, unless we get everyone to help! It's a good thing we have plenty of rags ... because everyone likes to help "foot-mop." Even if it's only so they can slide around on the wet floor after they've mopped!
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...



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So sorry about the game. Towards the end I started feeling really bad for your "Y" guys. I kept wishing the Utes would drop it, or something. Or that there was a mercy rule like they have in little league games. :( I never like watching any sporting event where someone gets blown out of the water. Close games are MUCH more fun.
It's always nice to have helpers that are actually of help...