Spontaneous Snowball Fight

Today was the Sabbath. During church it started snowing. Fab-u-lous! It kept snowing and snowing and just wouldn't stop. Later there was the fireside, which during one speaker he talked about how 10 infants from one family died. And before that he spoke of way sad end of life stories. I was actually more disheartened after the fireside then before. The purpose was to inspire us to do Family History, I left not inspired in the least. Any who we, apartment 4, were in charge of doing ward prayer. We decided to introduce ourselves by picking various Apples to Apples cards for each other. For Jeffrey one of mine was Whoopi Goldberg and mystical. One of his for me was Helen Keller and Mad Cow Disease.  Nathan put cabbage and Rosa Parks for Ben. He in turn put neglected and lemons for Nathan. The ward pretty much thinks we are the bees knees, the holy grail, THE Shiz.
On our way home we ran through the snow and down the hill. We are not sure exactly how it started but we assume Ben started it and then Tina threw one. Who really knows? But all we do know is that a mad chaos ensued. Snow was flying like crazy. People were getting hit in the face and getting whitewashed. It was pretty much the finest thing one could do in church clothes. People started joining in from the 3rd floor and from there about every window and door at this complex was hit by a barrage of flying glistening frozen H2O balls. I cannot fully describe how this was but I will attempt. Imagine you are on a deserted island and a talking, flying monkey comes out of the bushes and says "You my friend have fine taste in horse's shoes." After saying so you both proceed to perform a Viennese Waltz as the native islanders pelt you with a cooked goose and mercury from his planetary alignment speaks these words "there's no place like home, there's no place like home.' While tapping his 2 shiny ruby moons together. That pretty much describes how wonderful that snowball fight was.
Afterwards we had some cake for Cassie's birthday, she's 21 and can go into bars now. It was a splendidly spontaneous Sunday.

Most the people threw a snowball like a Whalesch gentleman.