Oops!

My boyfriend is officially a cripple.

He fractured his fibula during two-a-days this morning.

So, really, he'll be out for 3-4 (6-8?!) weeks. Blargh.

Also, Ryan Klackle informed me of Adam's epic trip to the ER. How on earth did he know before I did?! The world may never know.

:]

Anyway, I played nursemaid for a few hours today, while Adam alternated between gimping around and sitting on the couch, and Doby snatched people food off of the counter. All in all, rather epic.

Epic failure, that is. (Haha, Kris.)

:[

I'm sad about everyone leaving for college.
Who am I going to write with?
Who am I going to work in the shop with?
Who am I going to pass in the halls at 6:30 a.m.?

Not any of you. :[
(Except Becky. And maybe Kris. But you get the point.)

Nom, nom, nom, nom...

Well. Let's just say it's been an interesting few days, shall we?

Saturday was the pageant. Most of you were there, so I won't elaborate.
But I think I'm fairly happy with how everything turned out, for reasons I've probably expressed to most of you already.
So the end to that.

Sunday was church, and then Adam came over for the day. We went swimming, watched the Olympics, and ate. It wasn't our normal, he-eats-in-silence eating, though.
First came the gummy bears.

Me: (opens cupboard)
Adam: (points at gummy bears and raises eyebrows)
Me: Sure. Go for it, kid.
Adam: Really?! I LOVE gummy bears!!
Me: Fabulous.
Adam: (eating) Nom, nom, nom, nom...
Kyle: Uh, Adam?
Adam: (Nom, nom, nom...) Yeah, Kiiile?
Kyle: Are you... eating gummy bears?
Adam: (grins) Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom!!!
Me: (headdesk)

And then came the pizza.

Me: Here, want a slice?
Adam: Sure!
Both: (eating)
Adam: ...This tastes like Christmas. (gooney smile)
Me: ...What???
Adam: It... it tastes like Christmas!
Me: And what does Christmas taste like, exactly?
Adam: This tastes like Christmas!
Me: I... know?
Adam: Well. That was random. (resumes eating)

....<_>.

And then today, I asked my mother if she had heard Adam "eating" his gummy bears. She smiled, and replied, "Hey, he was makin' noise! No matter how weird it is, if Adam's making noise, I'm happy!"

I know I can do this.

And I'm getting ready to Bible it up. :]

Dinner with the Boys.

It goes something like this:
Mild insult.
Eating.
Major burn.
Stuffing face.
Random chatter.
Food.
Slight argument.
More food.

And then, all of a sudden...

Adam: Well, at least I know the difference between a consanant and syllables!!
Gregory: HEY! That was ONE TIME! And it's SUMMER!
Me: WHAT?! How do you NOT know that?!
Gregory: I dunno. (-eats-)
Adam: Stupid Greg'ry.
Pif: Wait, what happened?
Adam: Well. Greg'ry and I were makin' chi'kn nuggets...
Gregory: YEAH, chicken nuggets!
Adam: ...And he asked me how many consanants were in "Mississippi." And I said eight.
Gregory: Yeah!
Adam: (-under his breath-) M-S-S-S-S-P-P.... Anyway. Then he was like, "Nu uh, it's FOUR!" And then I called him dumb.
Me: ....>_<

Eating Continues.
Gee, I missed them. :]