The loser standing small.
So Tyson had a graduate luncheon/pizza party/giveaway thing to go to today, however, since we had movers at our house he didn't go.
I mean, we never win stuff anyway, so we figured he'd just miss out on a couple slices of pizza.
His friend just called saying he won 500 bucks. 500 lonely bones. 500 opportunities.
On someone else.
He wasn't there to claim his prize. We all know what happens when you aren't there for your prize. I feel like such a schlub!! It is my fault after all that he didn't go. He could have left me alone with the movers but I felt awkward about it and so he decided to stay with me.
The prize ruiner.
Queen of loss.
Mistress of anguish.
Tyson decided to race to BYU to see if there was any chance he could still redeem the gift. My hopes are not high...
He's calling me...
He still gets it!! Turns out it wasn't a drawing, it was actually an award from the faculty for being the most outstanding grad student. He missed the speech all about how awesome he is, but the check will be in the mail.
I love you all,
of happiness and joy