 on the coffee table.

"We need another player for that," I commented.

"Nathan!" both Andy and Mark yelled at the same time.

Andy and I were pretty good as Pictionary partners. Nathan was getting a little frustrated at our speed. Mark's drawings weren't very good and Nathan couldn't figure them out. Andy and Mark would probably make great partners, despite Mark's drawing skills, because they knew each other so well. I was going to suggest we divide our teams that way but Nathan wasn't up for losing again.

Instead, I suggested that it would be a good time for Andy to show me some of his artwork. This would give Nathan time to relax and I was curious. Nathan harrumphed down the hall.

Andy returned with his art portfolio. I was not disappointed, it was definitely amazing. He did mostly ink drawings that seemed to come alive on the page. I noticed that he had a little character he drew over and over in his sketch book always doing something different.

"Who's this little guy?" I asked.

"Oh, that's just a doodle I do to practice different poses." He said shrugging.

"He's cute. You should give him a name."

"What would you name him?" He asked his eyes sparkling at me.

I tried to think of something clever but gave up. Those green eyes of his just left my mind blank. "I'll think about it."

I thanked Andy again for dinner and said goodnight to the various faces roaming around the apartment: one talking on the phone, one looking through a book and one rummaging in the fridge for something to eat; where did he find the room? I was still stuffed.

When I got home, I picked up the Ensign from the table and headed off to bed. I decided to get a head start on October by reading the visiting teaching message early. Then I prayed again for the answer that I was seeking, hoping that Conference would teach me what I needed to know. I pulled up my computer calendar and made a note to call the sisters on my list this week and get their report. Looking at the note for my ultrasound last week, I remembered that I was still waiting for my results. Before I could spiral down into another unhelpful panic attack, I focused on thinking up names for Andy's little character.

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on the coffee table. 

 " We need another player for that, " I gloss. 

 " Nathan! " both Andy and Mark shout at the same time. 

 Andy and I were pretty estimable as Pictionary partners. Nathan was getting a small frustrated at our speed. Mark's drawing weren't very good and Nathan couldn't figure them out. Andy and Mark would credibly make great partners, despite Mark's drawing skill, because they knew each other so well. I was going to suggest we separate our teams that way but Nathan wasn't up for losing again. 

 rather, I suggested that it would be a good time for Andy to show me some of his artwork. This would yield Nathan time to relax and I was curious. Nathan harrumphed down the hall. 

 Andy returned with his art portfolio. I was not disappoint, it was definitely amazing. He did mostly ink drawings that seemed to come alive on the page. I comment that he had a little character he drew over and over in his sketch book always doing something different. 

 " Who's this little guy? " I ask. 

 " Oh, that's just a doodle I dress to commit different poses. " He said shrug. 

 " He's cute. You should pass him a name. " 

 " What would you name him? " He asked his eye sparkling at me. 

 I tried to think of something clever but give up. Those green eyes of his just left my judgment blank. " I'll think about it. " 

 I thank Andy again for dinner and say goodnight to the various faces roaming around the apartment: one spill the beans on the phone, one looking through a book and one rummaging in the fridge for something to eat; where did he find the room? I was still gorge. 

 When I got home, I peck up the Ensign from the table and head off to bed. I decide to get a drumhead start on October by read the visiting teaching message early. Then I prayed again for the answer that I was seek, hoping that Conference would teach me what I want to know. I pulled up my computer calendar and made a note to name the sisters on my list this workweek and get their report. Looking at the note for my ultrasound last week, I commemorate that I was still waiting for my results. Before I could spiral down into another unhelpful panic attack, I focused on think up name for Andy's small character. 

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on the coffee table. "We need another that," commented. "Nathan!" Andy and Mark Andy I were pretty as Pictionary partners. was getting a little frustrated at speed. Mark's drawings weren't very good and Nathan couldn't figure them out. Andy Mark would probably make great partners, despite Mark's drawing skills, because they knew other well. was to suggest we divide our teams that way but Nathan wasn't up for losing again. Instead, suggested that it would be a good time Andy to show me of his artwork. This would Nathan to relax I curious. harrumphed down the Andy returned with his art portfolio. I was not disappointed, it was definitely amazing. He did mostly drawings that come alive the I that he had character he drew over and over book always doing something different. "Who's this little I asked. that's just a doodle I do practice different poses." He said shrugging. "He's cute. should give him a name." "What would you name him?" He asked his eyes sparkling I tried to think something clever but up. green of just left mind blank. "I'll think about it." I thanked Andy again for and said goodnight to the various faces roaming around the talking the phone, one through a book and rummaging the fridge for something where he I still When I got home, picked up the Ensign from table and headed off get a head start on October by reading visiting teaching message early. Then I prayed for the answer that I was seeking, hoping that Conference would teach what I know. I pulled up my computer calendar and a note to call sisters on my list this week and get their Looking the note my ultrasound last I remembered that was still waiting results. Before could down panic attack, I focused on thinking names Andy's little character. Distractions used
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"We need anoTher player For thAt," I ComMeNted.

"nathAn!" both Andy and MARk yeLled at the same time.

Andy aNd I weRe PRettY GoOd as PIctionaRY pARTneRs. naThaN wAS gEttinG a lIttle frUstrated at Our SpEed. Mark's drawINgS weren't verY goOd and Nathan cOulDn't figUrE thEM out. ANdy And MaRk woulD ProbabLy make greAt PArtnerS, Despite mARk'S draWing skills, because THeY Knew each other sO well. I WaS GoING to SugGest we diviDe Our teAMs that wAY bUT nAthAN wasn't up for loSing again.

InSTeaD, I suggEsTed THat it wOuld bE a GOod Time for Andy To shOw me some oF his arTWork. ThiS Would giVe NathAn tIme To reLAx AnD I wAs CUriOUs. natHAn hArrumpheD dOwN the hAll.

ANDY REturNed With His arT portfolio. I waS noT disAPpoInted, It was DefiNiTely aMazing. he did MoStly ink drawings That Seemed to cOme AlIve On The paGE. I notiCed ThaT he had a Little cHAraCtER HE dRew over and over in hiS sKETcH book alwAys doiNG sOmEThing difFeRenT.

"Who'S THis liTtle GUy?" i asked.

"Oh, That's jUSt A dOodle I dO tO practIcE diFfeRent pOSes." HE said sHrugging.

"he's cuTE. You should give HIm a name."

"What woULd YOU nAMe hiM?" He Asked his eyeS spaRKlinG at mE.

i tRieD To thiNk of sOmEThINg clever but gave up. ThOsE green Eyes oF his just left mY mind blank. "i'LL Think aboUt it."

i ThANked Andy again fOr dinNer and said GOodnight To the Various fAces roamiNG Around thE apArtMenT: onE TAlKing on the phonE, ONe loOkIng throUgh A book anD onE ruMmaGinG iN the fridgE for someThInG tO eAt; wHere dID he find tHe RooM? I Was Still STuffed.

when I Got hOmE, I PIckEd up the eNsIGN froM tHe TablE anD hEaded Off tO Bed. i decideD to get a heAd sTArt oN OCtOber by rEading the visiTiNg teaching MeSsaGe earlY. tHen I prayEd again for the answer that i Was seekIng, HopinG thaT ConferenCe wOuld teAch ME what I Needed To knoW. I PulLED up my COMpUteR cAlendar and MADe a Note tO cAll tHe sisteRs on my list this week ANd gEt their report. looKing AT ThE noTE fOR my UlTRasOUNd last week, I remeMbered that i wAS sTill waitinG For My Results. before I Could SPiral doWn into anoTher unhelPfUl paNIC atTack, I focusEd on thinKing up namES for ANDy'S littLe cHaractEr.

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"We  need anot her p lay erfo r th at,"  I commented."Nat han!" both Andy and Ma rk ye ll e d at th e sam e time. 
A n d y a nd  I  we re pr ettygoo d as Pi ctionary p art ne rs. Nathan w a sgetting alit tle frustrat edat our  s pee d . Mar k's  draw ings w e ren'tvery good  a n d Nath a n could n ' tfigu re them out. Andy an d  Mark would pr obably  m a ke g rea t p artners, d es piteM ark's d r aw i n g  sk i lls, becausethey knew e a chotherso  we l l. I w as go in g  to  suggest we  div ide our t eams t h at wayb ut Nath an was n't  up  for lo si ngag a in. 
I nst e ad,  I sugge st ed  that  itw o u l d be  agood  time  for Andy tosho w me som e ofhis a rtwo rk . Thi s woul d giv eNathan time torela x and I w ascu rio us . Nat h an har rum phe d downthe hal l .
An d y re turned with his ar tp o rt folio. I  was n o tdi s appointe d,  it  was d efini tely am azing. H e didm os tl y ink d ra wingsth atsee med t o  com e aliv e on the  page .  I noticed tha t  he had a lit t le c ha r acte r h e drew over  and over  inh is  sk e tch b ook a lw a ys doing something dif fe rent.
"Who 's this littl e guy?" Ia s k ed.

"Oh , th a t' s  just a doodle  I do  to practi c e differ ent p oses." H e said sh r u gging.
"He 'scut e.Y o ushould give h i m  a n am e."

"W hat  wouldyou  na mehim ?"  He asked  his eye ssp ar kl ing  at m e .

I tri ed  to  t hin k ofs omethi ng cl ever  b ut gav e up. T h os e gree ney es o f h is  just  lef t  my  mind b lank. "I' llt hink  a bo ut it." 

I thanked A nd y again fo rdin ner an d said goo dnight to the various f a ces roa min g aro undthe apart men t: one  ta l king o n thephone ,one l ookin g th rou gh  a book an d one  rumm ag ingin thefridge for somethi n g t o eat; wheredid  hef i nd  th e  r o om?  I was s till stuffed.
When I got  h o me , I picked upth e Ensig n fromthe t a ble and  headed o ff to bed .I de c i ded  to get ahead sta rt on Oct o ber b y  r eadin g t he vis it ing  teac hing m e ssa ge ea rly. T he n I pr ayedag ain forthe answer that I was s eeking , hop ing  that Con fer e nce  would te achme what Inee ded  to k now .  I pu lled up  my compu terc alendar a n dmad e anote to cal l t hesiste rso n my l istthis week and get their report.Look i n g a t t h e no te  for my ultras oun dl a st week,  I  remembered  that Iwa s  stil l wait ing fo r my re s u lt s . Befo re I  co uld spira l d ow n  into a no th e r unhe lpfu lpanicattack ,  I f o c used on thinking  up n a m es fo r  An dy'sli ttle ch a ract er.

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 on_the coffee_table.

"We need another player_for that,"_I_commented.

"Nathan!" both_Andy_and Mark yelled_at the same_time.

Andy and I were_pretty good as_Pictionary_partners. Nathan was getting a little frustrated at our speed. Mark's drawings weren't very_good_and Nathan_couldn't_figure_them out. Andy and Mark_would probably make great partners,_despite Mark's_drawing skills, because they knew each other so_well._I was going_to suggest we divide our teams that way but_Nathan wasn't up for losing again.

Instead,_I suggested that_it_would_be a good time_for Andy to show me some_of his artwork. This would give_Nathan time to relax and I was_curious. Nathan harrumphed down the hall.

Andy_returned with his art portfolio._I was_not disappointed, it was definitely_amazing. He did_mostly ink_drawings that seemed_to come alive on the page._I noticed that_he had a little character he_drew_over and over_in_his_sketch book_always doing something_different.

"Who's_this little_guy?"_I asked.

"Oh, that's just a doodle_I_do to practice different poses." He said_shrugging.

"He's cute. You should_give_him a name."

"What would_you name him?" He asked_his eyes sparkling at me.

I tried_to think_of something_clever but gave up. Those green eyes of his just left_my mind blank. "I'll think about_it."

I thanked Andy again_for dinner_and_said goodnight to_the_various faces_roaming around the apartment: one talking on_the phone,_one looking through a book and_one rummaging in the_fridge_for something to eat; where did_he find the room? I was_still stuffed.

When I got home,_I_picked_up the Ensign from the_table and headed off to bed._I decided to_get a head start on October by_reading_the visiting teaching message early. Then_I_prayed again for the answer that_I_was_seeking, hoping that Conference would_teach me what I needed to_know. I pulled up my computer calendar and made_a note to_call the sisters on my_list_this_week and get their report. Looking at the note for_my ultrasound_last week, I_remembered that I was still waiting for my results. Before_I could spiral down into another unhelpful_panic attack, I focused on thinking up names for Andy's little_character.

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