Sunday Din Din

Every Sunday the roomies and I go through the same battle. We get home from an amazing three hours of church and feel like we have been fasting for weeks. Of course we are never prepared for a sunday dinner like we get at ma and pa's house, so then the complaining begins. The cold cereal, or mac and cheese just don't cut it. While the roomies and I are complaining, Shay and Sita usually come over and join us in our hardship. Then, after about two hours of whining we usually end up getting a five dollar pizza. However, this sunday was a pleasant surprise. As I arrived home today, Shay and Sita were strolling in with pork chops and potatoes. I am not going to lie...I was stoked. When I walked in the house Mele was cooking some noodles. Could my life possibly get any better? Yes. And it did. I chopped up the most amazing salad ever! We all gathered around the table like normal family, and enjoyed a sunday dinner. It was the bomb. Um...if anyone wants some company for sunday dinner, please, don't hesitate to call. Lots of loves.