Party time

Hello again, missed me, didn't you?

Well that's interesting:

Alright, so yesterday was my brothers first 10th birthday party. I say first, because apparently next weekend there will be another one. Damned spoiled little kid has so many friends that he gets two birthday parties. Hell, I wish I had had enough friends to have one. Haha. In any case, it was an interesting affair.

Bill came down from Muncie-town to visit/help out with the party. We ended up getting chased around by 10 year olds with plastic swords for hours on end. Those little bastards are evil. One of them was wielding the damn thing and practically spanking me with it while I was trying to restrain my brother. I let go and ran away after 3ish hits. Bill was consistently pelted with flying blades, poor fencing attempts, and thrown, yes thrown, double ended spear toys. I felt bad for him. So bad, in fact, that I jumped him and held him down for a bit so he'd get attacked more. I'm so nice.

We ended up beaten and bruised. Bill has, or at least had, a lovely Harry Potter-esque scar on his forehead from where we think one of the kids stepped on his face. Poor guy. We only made two kids cry during it though, so thats a plus. One got the wind knocked out of him, and my brother may have gotten a little squished. But all in all, nothing too major with the kids and injuries. We were the ones taking most of the beating. And by "we" I clearly mean him. My method of fighting has always been to run away and hit when the opportunity presents itself.

We then proceeded to partake of the kickball game from hell. I swear, at some point during the day, we went from 6 little boys to, the entire neighborhood trying to play. It was ridiculous. We were babysitting the entire street. The kids argued the whole time. Bill laid down the law, and when that didn't work I used my epic ability to be loud as all hell. Screaming shut up seems to be highly effective. Only one more kid cried during that, and he wasn't one of ours, so all in all, good game I suppose. Felt bad for the poor kid though, he was so confused.

Over the course of us getting our asses beat and injuring ourselves (Bill did something to his knee, I'm just lazy and out of shape and wearing the wrong shoes constantly). Bill managed to meet dad. Later on they did the whole question answer session, for which I pretended to be sleepy so I wouldn't be included in any of it. I'm so nice, throwing the poor boy to the wolves like that. But seeing as death threats were kept to a minimum "if he stays, he's in the basement with the boys. if he's found elsewhere, he's dead and buried in a neighbors yard" I think it went well.

T'was funny though. Mom pointed out today that he's a bit... clingy? Touchy-feely? Something of the sort. Of course, I cannot deny these claims. He really is. Has to be half a centimeter away at all times. We talked about it a little, but mostly it came down to "yeah, I know. But it is better than he was before... haha?" I haven't really garnered Dad's opinion on him, but I'm sure I'll get it eventually.

It all amounted to a very interesting day. From which I am still recovering. I'm sore in places I have no clue as to why they'd be sore, and I've been managing a headache with meds all day. But it was fun? I guess. It wasn't bad at least. I just don't know if I can do that again for next weekend. This next batch of kids had better be calmer. I don't wanna have to play rough like that again. It's so exhausting.

Quote of the Day:

"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old."
- George Burns