Boys are dumb.

So this is the birthday update. After I went to bed, Jason went outside to hang out with his buddies who live on our street. It's pretty much exactly like King of the Hill. A bunch of guys in front of the house drinking beer and talking about their yards and sports. So these geniuses decide at midnight that they need to know which of them is "the fastest." Keep in mind that we have no street lights in our neighborhood so it's very dark. These olympic athletes line up and start running. Did I mention that my husband is BAREFOOT? So he trips and eats it on the asphalt. I am awakened from my beauty sleep and go into the bathroom where Jason is bleeding everywhere. Hands, face, knees, feet. I become horribly nauseous and start to black out. Am I Scarlet O'Hara or something?!? (You don't want me around in an emergency.) Once I recovered, I got to wake up all the girls, put them in the car, and am now sitting outside the ER waiting for the birthday boy. Awesome.