. . . mutual night {aka: torture} . . .

. . . these darling young women are laurels in my ward . . .

. . . i used to think they were my friends . . .

. . . right up until last wednesday night 

when we rode bikes ALL THE WAY TO QT . . .

. . . meaning TWICE up & over the freeway . . .

{front row: carol [our fearless leader] and morgan

back row: staci [another leader who is often mistaken for one of the girls], 

nichole, sarah, ashley, amber, madison & jennifer}

. . . they have no concept of the fact that 

i am three times their age . . .

. . . nearly a week later, i've mostly forgiven them . . .

. . . now that i can sit/walk again . . .

. . . next up: volleyball . . .