Jour quarante-six
...began at one thirty a.m. You see, we had all just said good night and were settling in, when an alarm started going off. We thought it was a car alarm until Shae opened our room door and we heard that the alarm was really loud out in the hallway. So we all put on sweatshirts and ran downstairs, only to find out we really were, again, the only people in the hotel. No manager, no desk person, nobody! Everyone was running around, trying to find either burglars or a fire to no avail. Finally the owner showed up with her son and turned off the alarm. She told us what room had set off the alarm, so we went up and looked only to find Spencer, who had been taking a shower. a really hot shower. with lots of steam apparently. and set off the fire alarm. He'll never live that one down.
Then we got some sleep and the next morning, our wonderful Priesthood holders were able to put together a meeting so we could have some form of church. It was a wonderful morning together. Then it was pouring outside, and we had nowhere to be so we all relaxed and napped and reminisced about how fun dead annie was. And played cards.
B.S. on the Sabbath?


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5 Comments:
B, I love reading your blog! Ahhh! The picture above is SO gorgeous! You lucky girl. Live it up!
This looks like a painting. There's a painting around every corner in France. So jealous!
p.s. I got your postcard! What a fun surprise! Thanks and love you!
pps my word verification was just "monsiste" which kinda sounds like monsister, which I know is not really french but kinda sounds like it!!
B--its Bree on Gma's computer--dead Annie?! I'm so happy you're bringing that to France!
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