And By "We" I mean "Me" - A Story Sort of Told In Reverse

I am now officially home. Home from one of the most fun trips I have had with friends, all time, ever. Home from a fantastic Super Bowl party.

The ending to this story is that we made it home. And by we I mean me. (Oh! I made it work! Yes!!!) No, we all made it home. Despite a snowstorm that would rival those on planet Hoth and a sandstorm that even the sand people of Tatooine would have been startled by, we prevailed! I was so thankful for boys who know how to put chains on cars.

Moments that I don't want to forget:

• Mikkele thinking that "pain" was "pam" on my pictonary-ish game
• Kevin flipping over Rechelle (literally, there is a picture to prove it)
• Guitar Hero! Long live "My Name is Jonas!"
• Sunday Morning controlled chaos - chains being lost, cars getting stuck, unstuck, getting chains, and getting down that mountain! It was an adventure...
• "God" talking to Alice, Mikkele, and I. Apparently the way to God's heart is through Nachos (with cheese, btw), cookies, and carrots for his reindeer. And by "God" I mean Cody. If you don't obey God is going to make all Tuesday's Monday's from now on. Oh the horror!
  
• My idea for a band name "And if by We I mean Me" and no one got it :)
• Hearing not only Jars of Clay, but also DC Talk, on the way up the mtn. It was glorious to have these shared experiences.
  
• Listening to FIF - "Oh Canada" - I si vous plait
• The Egg-Josh-Muffin (they were delicious)