My uncle got married last night. You can tell he's never done that before. He was really bad at it. Haha. I didnt go to the wedding cause I wasnt feeling well, so I slept instead, but the reception was here. Dickie showed up. That was cool. He thought it was at Crystal Bar, so he had his mom drop him off there, and then he walked here. We waited and waited for the bride and groom to show up, and everybody was hungry, so we started eating without them. They finally showed up an hour and a half late in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with their pre-marital baby, ate cake, and left a half an hour later. Dickie, Drew and I hung out on the couch for two hours, talking. We would have been watching tv or playing Halo or something, but my mom put a tablecloth over the tv and Adam lent the Xbox to another uncle. Idiot. Then Dickie's mom came at 10 and he was the first to leave. So I went to bed. I think all that sickness was from the one severe-to-deadly asthma attack I had that morning while riding my bike to set. I really thought I was gonna die. But set turned out to be fun. Lo-Lo had me paint the entire railing on the top of the gate. All three dimensions. What does it matter that only one dimension will ever show? She wanted a thorough job done, and I gave her a thorough job. Then I ended up mopping the stage, because my job had been a little too thorough. Haha. Jon Nelson ended up with two drops of creme-colored paint on his shoulder. Oooops. This morning, instead of going to church, my family watched home videos of Easter. They were the funniest videos ever. I was fat and I had a mushroom cut. And Adam was just as in love with himself as he is now. My favorite part was when my mom was asking us all what we were going to be for the 1998 Easter Pagaent at church. Mom: What are you gonna be Ashley? Me: Deadddd. *Does dramatic dying scene and falls to the floor* Mom: Adam? What are you gonna be? Adam: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Mom: Drew, what are you gonna be? Drew: The... um... announcer. Mom: No, the narrator. Me: Spell narrator, Drew. Drew: SHUT UP!