Returning home from our crazy Halloween activities provided an interesting task. Somehow, I had to wash my costume off before I got into bed. I started with my face.
Chase was still recovering from the wounds he caused himself in preparation for his costume. He’s gotten a bit out of practice shaving. It could almost have been a costume alone.
I shared with you our All Hallow’s Eve night, but what I didn’t share with you was the night prior. Chase and I are members of the stake activities committe and partly in charge of the stake dances. Friday the 30th was the stake’s Harvest Dance. Chase had spent every spare minute he had to collect quality music to fit the theme (he was DJing) and I (and several of our friends from church) had developed a a plan . . .
The night was exciting, electricity could be felt through the atmosphere of the dance floor. A variety of age groups participated in nearly every dance. The DJ (and his hot wife) were on fire!
Then, subtly, through the dimly lit room, a couple people stumbled toward the center of the floor. We’d taken our positions . . .
Ladies and Gentlemen, Team Smitherke (Smith- er – key: blend of Smith, Petersen & Zinke names)
PETERSEN: Vermont Chapter 
