Today I wrapped my sandwich of peanut butter and honey in plastic wrap. We ran out of sandwich baggies at home. It’s amazing how such a simple act can bring on a wave of Aussie-remembering. I wrapped all of my lunches in plastic wrap—the big roll of it sitting on the metal trolley—every morning.
I've already worked over 350 hours at the Innovation Center this summer.
I remembered the name that Australians call Americans: "septic tanks." Because it rhymes with "yank" and a yank is an American. Funny rhyming system, huh?
Quite a few games were played with the Stauffers last week. Let's just say that I'm glad I don't have to win and still enjoy playing even when I lose royally. Apples to Apples: I didn't do too terribly. The game is growing on me. Pass the Pigs: My first time ever playing and I came in third place. Scattergories: I think I try too hard at this game. I stink at it. But I amazingly still like to play. Go figure.
Did you know that even though some things are a long time in coming, they are still definitely worth the wait? I'm just amazed at how faithful and loving my God is to me. Amazed.
In His grace,