And I quote,
"Do you have any other hobbies besides Harry Potter and taking jumping photos?"
First of all,
Second of all,
No, I don't.
Church at Aleksi's student ward followed by a photo shoot at the Provo Temple.
We would've walked closer, but every missionary and their companion was there.
So basically Cassie and Aleksi hate all these photos,
which really annoys me.
Not only because I'm the one taking them,
but because there's nothing wrong with them.
Fine, I'll give you that they're slightly over exposed,
but I've always liked my photos like that.
They're delusional, I know.
"This is like a wedding shot."
"Yeah, kind of."
"Cassie, jump into my arms."
I know no one will believe me,
but I'll say it anyway.
Disregarding what the photo appears to show,
I'm not about to fall over - I didn't feel like how it looks.
Does that make sense?
Wow, I really love those close ups.
Even if they don't like my photos,
they're still my best friends.
Because who else would you throw a late night dance party glow stick rave for?
While Aleksi was at work,
Courtney showed us this perfect dance song.
[Party Rock Anthem]
Our ideas soared with ways to surprise Aleksi when she got home.
All roads lead to a choreographed dance with glow sticks.
Lucky for us,
Courtney randomly had two packs of glow sticks
and a wide selection of dance moves up her sleeve.
Aleksi got off work at 10:30;
so at 10:31, too excited to continue practicing,
we decided our little number was as good as it was going to get
and sat by the window, waiting.
And then finally,
after almost 45 minutes of staring outside the window,
running outside to check the streets, and wondering if she would ever arrive,
she drove up.
"Here she comes!"
"Alright guys, this is what we've practiced all night for."
Aleksi walked in,
Courtney cued the music
and our glow stick dancing rave began.
It was as close to professional glow stick dancing as you could get.
Aleksi loved it,
at least she laughed a lot.
When you've got it, you've got it.
However, finding a dead Petunia floating in her bowl
kind of put a damper on our Funday.
That's two for two guys.