Purple

I have no pictures to prove it, but I survived a weekend with 8 teenagers. Give or take 8 thousand other people.

We spent the weekend with a group of teens from church at a crazy, loud weekend-long rock concert.

I have no eardrums left. I got a combined 12 hours of sleep the whole weekend. (That equals not nearly enough, in case you were wondering.)

I ate a ridiculous amount of junk food.

On the plus side, I got to indulge in one of my favourite things: fried oreos. I haven't had fried oreos since the last time I braved the music festival. Imagine: oreos, dipped in funnel cake batter, then deep fried. It's heavenly, trust me.

I also got a cute scarf. Oh, and I got to spend the weekend with 8 great kids. You know, and that.

I'm gonna leave with a shout-out to ztf.

Peace,