a double stuffed weekend

Last weekend was successful, I'd say. So successful it took me a whole week to recover from. But really. That is why this blog post is, well, a week late.

  We like to start our weekends out right so some roommates/neighbors and I went the Logan temple.

One too many mis-said last names later we drove home with the windows rolled down and heads out!. (it's warm, it's warm!)

On Saturday we journeyed from Logan to Spanish Fork and everywhere in between for the festival of colors.  Traffic in Utah county is unnerving. We made it through by compromising music selections. We switched between Kelly Clarkson and Johnny Cash. Strange, I know.

before Festival of Colors

During

We were with are neighbors all weekend and I only had one thing on my mind. NEWSPAPER. let me explain. Our neighbors have pranked us so mach in the past year and we have just been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back. We had been gathering newspaper for a month and had our cupboards and pantry full, and mind you our cars were permeated with the lovely smell of newspaper.  Our prime time to strike was during church, or so we thought. So we pre-crumpled newspaper into the wee hours of the night so we could run home, move the newspaper across the hall, and make it back for the rest of church.  Long story short it didn't go quite as planned, one of our neighbors who we didn't think would get home from his track meet until later was already home.  We did manage to throw a few BIG armfuls of newspaper into their front room, however we thought our attempt at being sneaky went down the drain. We trudged back to the car feeling more defeated than ever. After church the boys found out there was a whole bunch of newspaper in our apartment that didn't make it to theirs. So they helped us move it all into their apt where we proceeded to jump and play in it like kids on Christmas morning. It even turned out to be more successful then we once thought.

pre stash...before the damage.

to the ceiling about.

even despite the lengthy clean up process, us standing in the corrugated cardboard only recycling bin for a picture, and our newly discovered race....

It is always a pleasure.