I Will Survive!

"At First I was an egg, I was petrified! Kept thinkin' I'd get lost, or I'd get cracked and fried...."

That's right, Ladies and Gentlemen, the Turkey was in full swing Friday night at our ward party here in Rochester. The activities chairman emailed me to ask if I'd be part of the entertainment, and I said I'd see what I could do. The look on my bishop's face was payment enough for a week of practicing my turkey walk and wearing a red feather boa as a gobble in front of 130 ward members! I just wish some of my friends from Milwaukee could have been there! Jared Ogao, I needed you to dance the dance with me on stage, baby!

Many a ward member's favorite part was Quinn, dancing like mad, at the back of the gym while Mama sang her turkey song. Mike was asked why he wasn't on stage too (a duet!) and he replied that he's the emotional support. He's also the costume designer! Check out the beak he made from a Nestle Quick container. Pure genius.
Here's a little clip of the buck wildness that went on that night.




(notice the red ink I used in the first line?? I am branching out!)