I can't stop laughing...

Yesterday Josh did something Josh almost never does. No no, not that. He washed the dishes. Now I don't know what exactly came over the man, its an absolute wonder he did so. Typically I have to stand over his shoulder with a frying pan aimed at his head before he'll voluntarily do dishes. Which, arguably, makes it more like voluntold.

His unfamiliarity with washing dishes, however, managed to wreak a little bit of havoc upon him. Fortunately this havoc could be temporarily bandaged with papertowels and a lot of packing tape until after the dedication ritual. And so yes, we ended up taking him to the ER. Where everyone we met, from check in to waiting room to trauma area, laughed with us.

A good night, three stitches included.

The Saga of the Joshes

My sister has been dating a young man named Josh for a little over a year now and long story short he proposed Christmas Eve! I'm thrilled for her. My mother cannot stop cackling over the concept of having two son-in-laws named Joshua. What are the odds?

Well - here's another doozy for you. Her Joshua had the exact same thing happen to him that happened to my Joshua last night. Shit you not. Her Josh dropped a pint glass and he ended up with 9 stitches for his trouble. Emily and I can't stop laughing over it.

Coincidence?