Ooops!

Maggie and I were getting ready to go to a dance - a formal Hawaiian dance, weird, I know - she accidentally spilled an entire bulk bag of corn pops. I pulled ahead in number of accidents the next week by spilling a bowl of popcorn all over the floor while watching Phantom of the Opera (a thumb war gone amok) and then on Sunday stepping on a plate of oatmeal cookies. We're quite the team. Right now she's in Guatemala with her parents, but she'll be back fall. In the mean time I'm loving my Sharing the Gospel class from Brother Bott, but I'm having difficulties finding a job.