A day of discovery

I managed not to fall down at broomball for the second week in a row. That's a rather large accomplishment for someone as graceless as me. I consider it especially large, because no one was skating on the ice before we got on it, so it was extra slippery. On a side note, we won (again!) Bethmania even scored a goal. And we had a cheering section with LAMINATED signs. Awesome.

After last night's victory, I was feeling brave this morning, and cleaned out under the kitchen sink. I don't believe I've done that in a really long time. I found approximately 2 million paper grocery bags, 3 million plastic grocery bags, a pair of rubber gloves, a roll of paper towels, and a bottle of Sparkling Grape Juice. I have no idea where the grape juice came from, and can only assume it's a remnant of KenBecky. I'm thinking about saving it for her wedding. I'm sure she'll love it.

Bethmania is making enchiladas tonight for our weekly dinner. I'm pretty excited about it. I always enjoy someone cooking for me, and I look forward to having people over. Even though I have to tidy up. Our little dinner party group has flourished, despite one member attempting to welsh out of her week to cook and instituting a dish quota.

Well, I think that's it for now. I'm listening to Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits, and wondering where and when she went so wrong.