Audrey has been working on some required service hours for a project at school. We decided to end the year by finishing up those hours, and I decided that it wouldn't hurt any of us to go help out somewhere for three hours. Dan was working, but me and kids spent the early afternoon at the bishop's storehouse, moving pallets and sweeping and mopping behind them. We learned many important new skills, like how to maneuver a pallet jack, and why you should never try to move a huge pallet of boxes with sharp edges in next to a pallet of bags of sugar. The reason why, in case you don't know, is that there is a good chance the corners on the boxes will puncture some of the sugar bags, and sugar will spill out everywhere on to your freshly swept and mopped floor. Yeah, we had a little fiasco with that, but we didn't get fired. They kept us on til closing time, and everyone survived. Three hours is a long time for any one to spend in a warehouse, and it was an especially long time for a nine year who had not had breakfast. She was a pretty good sport up until the end, when a nice man took pity on her and gave her some chocolate milk. I guess one of the perks of working at the storehouse is there is always something to eat.
We have exchanged Will for Alicia for the weekend, and will be commencing our New Year's Eve celebration soon. We considered a few options for what to do tonight, and the winner of the pleasure of our company for the evening is our own couch, with a fireplace, a warm puppy, new pajamas, and a little sparkling grape juice, if we get to feeling really festive. Ah, the joys of middle age. Duncan is working til ten, and we have to pick him up, so that put a damper on any plans to go out. Having people over sounded fun, but then we would have to entertain them. The kids will be watching movies and pigging out on left over Christmas treats, and that is how we are going bid farewell to 2014 and say hello to 2015.