First of all you have to understand that there is something about Thursdays at the home of the Svendsens. The last two of them have been interesting to say the least. On Thursday the 18th of January, we decided spur of the moment to have an all-girl pizza and game party. It was something Sarah and Rachel had wanted to do before Christmas, but eight of our ten got a nasty virus and then with all the traveling, it just didn’t happen. Anyway, we called all the families in the youth group shortly before noon on that Thursday, and they ALL wanted to come! We ended up with 21 people to feed which included our family. It went really well and the girls laughed a lot.
Well, the following Thursday we decided to feed 20 some people again. You see we found out on Sunday that a man from church was having a kidney stone operation that Thursday. Sarah decided it would be the right thing to do to offer to bring supper over that night for their family of eleven. Then she found out that no one had signed up to bring a meal to yet another post-surgery family for that Thursday. She decided to feed them also. Then, of course, there was our own family of nine to feed. It was a busy day and Sarah planned ahead by grocery shopping around nine that morning, bringing home 48 eggs as part of the necessary ingredients, plus some extra (start the scary foreshadowing music here).
Rachel babysits for a ladies' Bible study at every Thursday morning. Sarah left around 11 a.m. to pick her up and take another girl who also babysits home. She left the groceries in the breezeway, not having time to put them away (foreshadowing music intensifies). Apparently Elijah saw her leaving and wanted to follow. Promise thought there was no harm in allowing him some playtime in the breezeway, so she let him crawl out the door. He found a way to toss forty-seven of the forty-eight eggs around the room in a pattern that pretty-well covered the floor. The odd thing was, he had evenly spread the pattern across the room without getting egg on the furniture, shoes in the rack or himself. The quote upon his mother entering the room: "I squashed it like a pancake!"
You may watch a brief video of what Josh labeled "all this carnage" if you have a fast Internet connection.
