Band aid dilemmas and the down payments of such. ;)

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Yesterday morning I got a text from the guy I asked to the Spring Ball.
"I think I need a Fineas and Ferb band aid :)" (Firstly... 'Fineas', and Sami, would be offended. Phineas on the other hand... ;) But don't worry. I refrained from being his english teacher wannabe.)
"Oh really? I think you might have to pay for it! :) "

So an agreement was reached, and I now have a rather lovely abstract painting that interprets interpretive dance. (Truly, the symbolism within the symbolism takes me hours. :p)
So after the band aid exchange, he made a deal that if we went for a walk and he did an interpretive dance, then maybe he could have a second band aid.
A few hours of play ground adventures, trampoline borrowing and star gazing later, he probably deserved another band aid but alas. Totally didn't give him one. (It's all part of my grand scheme, you see? ;))

(Yes. This is my depiction of our star gazing. We're animals?)

It's been really fun to talk to ward clerk guy, because our conversations delve deeper than "Pretty Little Liar" episodes, or Zombie apocalypses... which is rare sometimes around here. ;)
After I came home, Kristen and I were talking in the living room when we heard Chelsi and her date come home... you can't be awkwardly sitting there in the living room when Prince Charming hugs your roommate goodnight in the doorway. It simply isn't done. So we looked at each other in panic before hatching the plan to hide behind the couch. Literally. (Yes, I know what you're thinking. We're very mature.) So we dive over the back of the love seat and try to stifle our giggling. Kristen peeks over the top and decides they're probably locked out, and someone was tapping on the window- which in our defense is usually a sure sign of forgotten keys and locked-outdom.  So I sneak around the couch to unlock it right as Chelsi flings open the door and my face freezes in some horrified expression while Mr. Prince Charming just looks at me like, "Hmm. Ok, you're a total creeper." This is the part where everyone (minus Prince Charming) dissolved into giggles that resulted in laying on the floor for quite some time to recover. 
Oh heavens. 

Chelsi and I then fell asleep on the couches, mid date report conversation. We're lively.

Anywho, I mostly blogged to brag that I get to cross off a bucket list item again. "Dance randomly in a parking lot".
(Granted, I probably could have crossed that off ages ago with Justin and Aubree during one of our Panguitch adventures, but this time it was with a real live boy! :p)
So, now that I've sufficiently wasted some time this morning, I guess I'll hit the books. :)
Happy Wednesday!!