Towards the part of our job where concrete is thrown into the truck, a call is attempted to make sure the load can be dropped off in town and we find out that the call can't be made (the phone was off and the mailbox full). So the above picture is how we left our concrete pile and it still remains the same to this day. Yes, it's a mess...but! It's an organized mess. Kind of.
That afternoon the plan was to attend Providence Church's monthly Hymnsing at the Evans', and, thankfully, it actually worked out for our family to attend this month! Considering the whole of the Bandy's hadn't attended a Hymnsing for about seven months or so (although I did by myself about two months ago), it was nice to attend once again and fellowship with everyone. Since everyone attending one Hymnsing didn't work out too well considering the amount of people, our church now has southern and northern places. Oh, and y'all at the northern Hymnsing missed out on homemade ice cream...
Later on that evening after the singing, Sam broke out a couple of airsoft pistols so we could shoot each other. The results were rather interesting. Suffice to say that it's always...ALWAYS! a good idea to keep your mask on while playing. And the ironic thing is that just a few minutes before an incident we were discussing how convenient it would be just to wear sunglasses or something along those lines. But what about those other parts of the face that aren't protected? you ask. Exactly! Those areas are left vulnerable, including Ashton's nose...which Emil shot.
After the shooting match concluded, we all headed home...ready for bed and tired enough to justify it.