I love Mondays. A big part of that is probably because I love my job, but an even bigger part? It’s the night I get to see my college girls!

When Starlite ended, I got to “keep” my group of program leaders, also known as my college girls. Each Monday night, they come over to my house for something we call “Life Group.” We eat dinner together, take turns talking about what’s going on in our lives, pray together and then just spend time together.

It’s ridiculous that it’s been going on for a good two months now and I haven’t mentioned it yet on the blog — and trust me, the girls haven’t let me forget! So, in an attempt to make up for my neglect in mentioning them, I shall now present an illustrated presentation of what a night with them is like.

Dinner begins with our dear Honour attempting to open some spaghetti sauce in my kitchen. Speaking of Honour, here’s a little peek at how my mind works: we have two Anna’s in the group, so I naturally decided that the best way to distinguish them from one another was to pronounce one as “Anna” and the other in my best British accent which, coincidentally, sounds like the word “honor.” Seeing as we were going with the whole British thing, I added in the “u” and, ever since, she’s been Honour.

And then there’s Joy (that’s her real name). Joy was in my bathroom one night admiring my glass bowl sink when she pulled out a drawer underneath it. Get this: I have lived in this house for months now and never knew there was a drawer there. In other words, MORE ROOM FOR STORING HAIR SUPPLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On this particular night we had fruit and brownies for dessert. Except we ate our dessert before we ate dinner. Just because we could. Do you like my little white dishes? I adore them.

After we’ve done our sharing and praying, we just hang out together. Here’s SarahRuth, Anna, Joy and Mary in my living room. I don’t have any curtains yet, so I drew some in for you.

The girls also happen to enjoy hanging out with my boyfriend whilst they’re at my house, especially when they get to dress (or in this case undress) him. Girls, keep your hands to yourselves. He’s all mine.

Of course, there’s always adventure to be had, especially when I’m attempting to cook something. I’m not proud of what you’re about to see but, as you’ll hear me say in the video, surely this will be enough to convince you that I am not joking when I talk about frequently setting my food on fire.

Bon appetit!