Texas Gelato Massacre

After dinner Saturday night, our team went out for dessert at a cute gelato place recommended by PB's sister. Once the five of us had gotten our little Italian cups filled with cold Italian ice, we took a seat outside the little Italian cafe'.

Midway through, we noticed there was an unusually high number of mosquitos out where we were sitting. And, unbeknownst to me, a fatty one had landed on my arm... Only Jenny took notice, and smacked that sucker hard to teach him a lesson not to prey on her new roommate! It would've been a great bonding moment if only the arm the mosquito had landed on wasn't the one holding my dessert. Consequently, my half-eaten gelato, and hopes for a sweet and peaceful end to the night, flew out of my hand and landed tragically onto the ground, destroyed.

Even Matt, who's usually embarrassed by his teammates' raucous nature, let out amused laughter.

I laughed at this as much as I laughed when I realized PB had sneakily gone inside the cafe' without telling the team to avoid the mosquitos BY HIMSELF. psh...

It's bleeding... bleeding love.

Pastor Ben: "Look Ben... mosquitos."

Benedict: "Where?"

Benedict: "Shoot dawwwg..."

My heroine.