Last night I decided that I was actually going to eat something for breakfast this morning, rather than just drinking orange juice, so I got up early and made myself sausage and eggs. Then we went to church and that went well, we were on as greeters this morning, our whole family, but I think my brother and sister and I did most of the greeting, since my parents immediately got caught up in conversations with the first people that came in. And the greatest thing happened. We have been watching this show, 24, lately, which is the first TV show we have ever watched. So my Mom has this big thing about finding out what is going to happen and then spoiling it for the rest of us. So when she found out the Emily Bergman is a hardcore fan of the series and has seen the whole thing, she [my Mom] made this bid deal about how she was going to cozy up to her and find out everything that happens in the next season. So after talking the whole thing over, and my entreating her not to, the big moment came, Emily arrived and my Mom started talking to her. And then, it happened! She flat out refused to tell her anything! She said that "you just can't spoil something that great" and so my Mom was in shock for the rest of the service... ok well not quite, but it was still really funny.
After church we took Jarred and the Goddess of, err, ahem, Delian out for pizza (we were going to go with the rest of them, but they were sick and couldn't even come to church) So we went to Rico's and while we were waiting Jarred and I had something of a contest to see who could come up with the lamest magic trick using bottle caps and little shreds of napkin. At any rate it was a lot of fun.
So on the way home I was driving and we got to this little intersection from a back road to... a bigger, more used back road, and there is a little gap between the two. And when I drove over it, there was clink and as soon as I hit the accelerator the engine sounded really weird, like a hot rod or something. So after a few minutes of trying to convince everyone that I had done something terribly wrong, my Dad revealed that the muffler has rusted through and had Finally broken, so now the truck was terribly loud, louder that you can imagine and we drove the whole way home with it like that. And some how I felt like Nacho on his little motorcycle and had the urge to imitate has style ie. with my pinky extended. And as soon as we got into the area where people know us, we had to coast past there houses without touching the gas... except for a few my Mom said would probably enjoy it (they really would actually). Finally we got to our own hill and scared my Grandparents... hopefully my cousins didn't hear. So that was the drive home.