Stories

Hmm, which story to tell today... I can't decide, so I guess I'll summarize the most interesting ones.

Our garbage disposal broke on Sunday. We got Josh to try to fix it, but the poor thing was beyond his help. While he was poking around, he discovered the other side of the sink was also draining incorrectly. We are currently banned from using the sink. Then our dishwasher broke- it's not draining either! Kelly (I think it was Kelly) duct taped a sheet to the ceiling, forming a makeshift wall between our living room and kitchen so we can invite people over without fear of judgment. The sheet will remain until we are able to tackle Mount Dirty Dishes and clean our counters.

I jammed the middle and ring fingers of my left hand in basketball class yesterday morning. I've never experienced a jam that lasted more than a few minutes, and by two o'clock they were hurting so bad I ended up getting x rays to make sure they weren't broken. Mom and Dad really took care of me there. The official verdict was, not broken. I'm hoping they'll be unjammed by basketball class tomorrow.

After I jammed my fingers, I was a little worried about how much it would hurt to play my saxophone. I soaked my fingers in Epsom salt prior to practicing last night and they were fine. I played for the whole half hour (I know seven scales now!), enjoyed myself thoroughly, and decided it was time to go back inside. (I practice outside so I can blow hard.) I got out my keys and started walking to my stairwell, where lo and behold there was a make out session going on about three feet from my door. The couple didn't see me at first because I hightailed it back to my spot on Alta's front lawn and plunked out some more songs, hoping they would be gone by the time I went back. Five minutes later, I tried again. They were still there. I left again and played some more. Five minutes after that, I decided to jingle my keys a little to announce my presence and then march right up to my door and ignore the couple as I went in.

It almost worked. I was scraping the key in the lock when they awkwardly broke apart. True to my plan, I ignored them. I didn't recognize the guy and I didn't care to find out if I knew the girl. As I was crossing the threshold, the guy said something I didn't register until I was all the way in.

"Sounded good."

"Thanks," I mumbled and shut the door behind me. Apparently I should be more careful about who is in earshot of my dazzlingly romantic sax scales in the future.