So Randy got sick. And then I got sick. And he came and brought me flowers, watched movies with me, argued with me when I was grumpy, played with my hair and everything. It was nice, not nice to be sick, but nice to know that while I was sick someone was missing me. Someone cared.


Then I got better :)

And then I played with Ash and Spoon over the weekend while Bandy went dancing. It was hawkward, but still very fun. Then Spoon tried to retire his nickname. Silly boy, I've been trying to do that for years. Long story short, some things will always be a part of you, whether or not you try to get rid of them.

Silly Spooner.