"Yadamec, Elder Yadamec" our very own top secret 007 agent kept us in stitches most of the weekend. It seems that anytime I talk to him or see him I am the butt of most of the jokes, and this weekend was no exceptions. John also was proud to lead us straight to Will Mizel's room for a little good natured fun. He and Brittany skipped out on Saturday night service to go on a date, and as if that wasn't bad enough they stayed out so late that we had plenty of time to plan a great prank.

Poor Will managed no sleep. When we all headed to bed about 2, he stumbled into his room, and couldn't turn on the lights because John unscrewed all of the light bulbs. He went into the bathroom, but Gary, yes my husband, had serran wrapped his toliet. When he went for the towels they were all wet, once again thanks to John. Sis. Cathy (Brittany's moma) and I short-sheeted all the beds, with a little help from Greg, so he said, "I couldn't get the bed to work right." Then before heading out John had put his church shoes in the fridge, so Will didn't find those till the next morning. The girls cut the air WAY down, so he liked to have froze to death. Gary set the alarm clock for 3:30, and since he couldn't get the phone to connect in Will's room, he went back to ours and called to get him a wake up call for 6 and had to explain that the phone in Will's room wasn't working, so not only did Will about smash the phone in, but then he had to get up and answer the door for the maid that walked to his room to give him a wake up call, it was priceless.

In tribute to John we quoted him on the church sign this morning. He told us that there was scriptural proof that the disciples were just a bunch of clowns. After all Acts tells us that there were 120 all in one accord.