Thanks to EVERYONE who prayed for my sweet husband tonight. I don't want to embarass him too much, but let's just say my morning started with being woken up at 4am, to poor, delirious Dave in the bathroom, the shower on, and throw up everywhere. He looked so sad.
I told him to rest, best as he could. Other than being super sleepy all day, I think he's doing much better. And we didn't miss youth group tonight. C'mon, Dave will do youth group despite threats of dangerous snow storms, a little sicky-ickiness won't get him down!
So, I have to share what Dave had me prepare for the kiddos:
I babied this crockpot for over an hour, waiting for it to warm up in cheesy goodness. I knew it wasn't healthy. I didn't even want to look at the nutrition chart. Eating the salty corn chip dipped in warm nacho cheese reminded me of the guilt of adding extra butter to popcorn at the movies. Why? Why? Why?
And, of course, the kids barely scrapped the vastness of cheese this crockpot carried. Well, some tried willingly... but really... there was enough cheese for an army. So, we now have the cheese in our apartment. Somehow I have to convince myself it's poison so I don't munch on it.
On a similiar note, here are some pictures of the sundae's the kid concocted last Wednesday. One girl literally filled a bowl entirely with whip cream and cherries (you can see it in the back). Kids are weird.