Ahhh...summer. And convention season.

GOV JR CREW EPISODE

....CRACK, SNAP, POP...
"Did you hear that crack?"
::lifting heavy box into trailer...::
"Uh, ya....what was it?"
"It was JUST my back."

This morning, Stac and Bri were assigned to wash the Generations of Virtue flooring....You know that cushy tile that they have in preschool thats multi colored and helps children not kill themselves each time they tumble. Well, we have A LOT of purple ones for our booth at conferences. They help the customers feet and ours during long hours. But they are an ultimate pain to put down, tear up, and of course....wash.....

SO: we usually, as the angels that we are, ::see my halo?:: offer generously to do it after shows. Well...... we.......are actually told to. Stac claims its worse then inventory. I think its (this is Bri, here) second to inventory.

And thus, we found ourselves outside on the front driveway by 9 am, scrubbing vigorously all the marks and dirt off the floors. Hot hose, dish soap, baking soda, and scrubbers/sponges....we work away a good 2 hours. Bri, reminicsing about friends from conference season...says in a melancholy tone: "We're just, like, washing away the footprints of friends....."
"Bri! That is soo depressing." Stac ::rolls eyes:: and flings soap suds in her direction.

Lay out, scrub, rinse, move to sun, dry, flip like pancakes to dry both sides, and stack....put back in bags.
Last step: Stac and Bri lying out themselves on the hot driveway...soaked, and breathing hard. Bri is now halucinating and not making any sense.

Moral: sad though it is: its true. Convention season is done, and a new season is opening up its doors...um. We don't know what this next season involves, but we know one thing: God's on it, and we don't have to wash mats for at least 6 months! (Stac here. personally, I don't think that's a moral, but were tiered...uhhh, tired, and I suppose Bri knows best.)

Combined effort,
Bri and Stac