jackshoegazer | Welcome to Sunday morning.

Ethan has grown two-and-a-quarter inches between April 1st and today. That means he's a crazifying half-an-inch taller than six-foot. I suppose we're always taller in the mornings, but he's a little worried. "I don't wan to be taller than you!" he says.

Friday night I went to

kiwikat &

shevus' for dinner. We played some MarioKart on the Wii and snuck in a game of Scrabble. Brian kicked our asses and I seriously played the worst game of my life. I just had the most terrible letter combinations the whole time. I had a blast, but at this point, laughing is still way too hard and is very painful, so I guess no fun for Jack!

Jacquelyn, who was meanwhile driving to Minnesota, called crying and my first thought was that she'd been in a car accident. He heart did that scary leaping/lurching thing and I could feel the adrenaline course through my body. So, when she told me she'd hit a raccoon, I was quite relieved. I know how much Jacquelyn loves animals and needlessly killing one is very traumatic. I feel horrible when it happens to me. Hell, I cried when I hit a raccoon that was already dead. I tried to comfort her over the phone, but I was so relieved she was safe that I don't think I did a good job.

I don't normally work Saturdays in the summer, but it was the Great Taste of the Midwest and my company scheduled basically everyone. The Great Taste is a giant beer festival, so yes, a lot of drunk people and beer enthusiasts. It was a pretty busy day and by the end of it, I was incredibly sore and exhausted. Unfortunately this meant I was unable to attend

brdgt's barbecue for which I was very sad. I basically spent the night medicated on Vicodin, watching Jumper and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

This morning I was still feeling pretty sore, but much better. It's going to be an awesome day, a high of 73 or so, and thus I am going to go for a nice walk, check out the garden, do some errands, like the library and the post office. Jacquelyn should be home tomorrow, which will be nice. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss her when she's gone. (You know, because missing implies neediness and neediness is ugly and I am a manly-man who needs nothing and no one. I am a rock! An island! I do not suffer the whims of emotions! I don't need anyone!)

Hehe, okay, enough silliness, I have to see if I can make omelets in my injured state.