Pancakes

Lately, in his old age, my cat Spooky has been jumping up onto our table. Not while we're eating of course though. He just likes to get up there and take a nap, which is unacceptable.

So after returning from a run, i layed down on the floor and started watching some TV. I heard a little plop. I went into the kitchen and, sure enough, he was on the table. He looked at me as I was walking towards him all innocent. Then i looked on the table. My mom left two pancakes from breakfast on a plate for anyone to eat like usual. Apparently Spooky thought he applied to that or something, cause one of the pancakes had a chunk missing out of it. So I picked him up and put him outside with some CAT food.

A few hours later i was sitting in the family room with my mom and we were sorting hotel shampoos and stuff for hygene kits. Then my dad walked in and sat on the couch with a pancake in his hand. "Uhh... dad?" "yeah?" "did that pancake have a chunk out of it?" "yeah." Oh dear. I guess I forgot to throw it away. I started to laugh. Then i guess my mom figured it out and started laughing too. "What are you guys laughing about?" "nothing." Then I guess he figured it out. "Did the cat eat it?" "HAHA! yes." Then he chuckled and started eating it again. "Uh dad? Why are you still eating it?" "Well I already ate that one." oops.

Where's my Pillow?

I just thought of another story to post that happened during girls camp :)

Our ward's theme this year was army medics and our color was camoflague green, so we made little camo pillows with handles to bring and sit on at firebowl. My friend Courtney slept in mine and Emily's tent on the last two days of the camp week, but she left her bags and clothes and stuff in her tent. On the last day of camp when we were cleaning up the campground, Courtney realized that she took my camo pillow to her tent. So she yelled, "LINDSEY!! COME GET YOUR PILLOW!" So i started walking over to get it and then i heard something land in the bushes. Great. I went over to her tent and asked her where the pillow was.

"I threw it to your tent" thought so.

"well it's in the bushes"

"oh. oops."

"yeah"

The bushes were really tall and i didn't really want to go INTO them to get a pillow that i probably wouldn't ever use again. Plus, it was camo. So nobody will notice the non nature i left there.

So for all you Boy Scouts out there, if you find a pillow at Camp Hohobas, sorry, that's mine.