I hate Sundays

When Jeff and I were newlyweds, we always tried to sit behind the same family at church. They had two little boys and a baby girl. Every week they did something hilarious in sacrament meeting. Like the week they rolled a bottle of Coke under the pews all the way to the front of the room. Or the time we could smell something and turned around to see the boys open a bag of Funyuns (with a Coke of course). Or my personal favorite, the time they brought a 3ft battery operated T-rex who growled and lite up! 

Well... almost 12 years later and we are THAT family!!! 

At least Jeff didn't break out his Funyuns too {which he symbolically did sneak in my church bag}. My apologies to anyone in the vicinity of WWIII or who might be allergic to PBJ sandwiches {one for each kid and the biggest kid of all, oh yes, eaten in the middle of sacrament meeting}.

I sure hope God understands that sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures. 

I hate Sundays.