Heels, Crackers, and Quizzes

Yesterday I bought the cutest pair of gray heels. And today I decided to wear them aaalll over Stirling. So now I hate them and have a new found appreciation for all those Scottish girls that wear ridiculously tall heels on wet, uneven brick streets every night. Other than minor foot pains though, today was pretty great. This was all thanks to Amy, who made Mari, Rebekka, Ashten and I a traditional Christmas dinner. Chicken, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, parsnips (delicious!) and mashed carrots followed by Miss Rich's delicious oatmeal cookie sandwiches. And best of all? Crackers! Like, the kind that you find in Harry Potter where you pull them and stuff comes out. How fun is that? After forcing myself to leave the coziness of friends and Christmas decorations, I headed to my friends' church, where I bonded with the most precious little girl who said that I had "the prettiest, shiniest, silkiest hair." I like this girl. Afterwards, a group of us headed over to a pub quiz, something I have discovered is definitely not one of my talents. I blame it on the cultural differences, but even I will admit that it is a pretty weak excuse. The only questions I got were ones that everyone else knew as well. Which is just depressing. I did learn a pretty great trick involving...cup holders? (sorry, I am totally blanking on the word. you know, what you put down so you don't leave a stain on the table.) At the end of the night, I successfully managed to walk down the slippery street without falling and breaking an ankle, came inside, checked my facebook, and realized that a guy I know just submitted his life to Christ. Sometimes, God just takes my breath away.