This past week, we had a family fun night at the church involving about seven families. Each family was in charge of designing a mini-golf course and setting it up in the building. One was meticulously constructed by a plumber out of PVC pipes, a ramp, and a brand new toilet (as the hole, of course); a few utilized closets worth of Christmas, Easter, and Hawaiian luau decorations; many involved toys from home and the church nursery; and mine consisted of cardboard, tape, and old business cards. My supervising pastor dubbed it the most sadistic hole of the course. I was, of course, very pleased with that description.
A Plinko game even Price Is Right fans couldn't love
It was a fun night, capped off with a little something the people at Good Shepherd like to call a lock-in for the 8th graders. That's right, loyal readers. I had two weekends and two lock-ins. Both were a ton of fun, and both reminded me that I am definitely not anywhere near 22 anymore. And, just in case I need another reminder, we're getting amped up for a fun evening of Whirleyball next Sunday. I've never played this crazy Chicago game before, and I cannot wait to check it out with the confirmation students, as well as their parents. I should ready the Tylenol and Ice packs for Sunday night, though.
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