Oops, I did it again. And again, and again...

Remember this post about ice cream? That was the time I ate five ice cream cones. Well, we went back to Doc's to have some more of their cardboard-like pizza.

Naturally, by the time I was finishing my first ice cream cone, visions of four more (or maybe five more this time) were dancing in my head. It was at this point that someone spotted a big sign behind the pizza counter that read something like, "One soft serve ice cream cone included with the purchase of the buffet."

Now, I consider myself to be an honest person. I promise that I didn't see that sign before. I didn't. So, I don't feel too bad about my little binge. I didn't eat more than one this time, for the record.

Let this be a warning to you all. When you are selecting your buffets, make sure to go to one that has endless dessert.

Yeehaw!!!

One day Jory had to transcribe some fiddle music for a class (or something like that). His homework is so much easier than mine. He just has to watch YouTube clips of musicians all day. In his defense, he actually has to study music, so I guess it's all right. Anyway, he said, "Tyler, come in here." I went. He showed me a video of some guys playing this song. Then we just played it. Random. Cool.

The human squeegee

Tonight Jory and I had to run to the store to grab some punch for the ward fireside. It rained earlier today, so the windows on my car were wet. We were pulling out of the driveway when I noticed that I couldn't see out of my rear window because it was all covered in water and condensation.

"I'll go wipe it off," said Jory.

"Ok, but not with your body", I responded.

What I meant was that I didn't want Jory to inconvenience himself by using his hands or sleeves to wipe off my car. (He is known for scraping off frost and snow with his credit card.) That was what I meant. Jory saw this poorly worded comment as the perfect opportunity to be ridiculous.

I shook my head as I watched Jory jump repeatedly, belly flopping onto the rear window of my car and slowly sliding off. He effectively used his hoodie (and his entire body) to wipe off the window. Good work, Jory. And good laughs.

Impromptu cheese party

Take a good, long look at that picture. If I had any say in what Heaven will be like, this would be my first proposal.

For about a year now, I've been telling people how much I want to throw a cheese party. I've talked about fine cheeses, grape juice, tuxedos, and live music. I haven't actually done anything about it, though.


Tonight, the planets aligned. That's the only explanation I can think of. There I was, standing there in our dirty downstairs kitchen. I was dressed in my pajamas and still recovering from a nasty case of the flu. This is when I realized that I have everything I need (minus the music and the tux). I turned to Jory (who is always standing somewhere in my immediate vicinity when I get these kinds of epiphanies) and told him to close his eyes. I did some digging and found two chocolate covered strawberries in our fridge and a tube of Ritz crackers in my bedroom. He was delighted. These extra goodies perfectly complemented the three cheeses (that were neither cheddar NOR american) that we happened to have in our fridge and the jar of fresh, home-made grape juice my mom dropped off today.


I apologize to those to whom I have long promised a cheese party. This one just kind of happened.


Also, I think there needs to be qualifications for attending such a party. I used to assume that everyone could appreciate cheese. My naive dreams were crushed when I shared a piece of Gouda cheese with Jon this evening. He said, "It tastes just like cheddar."

Roommate prank

Okay, this is old material, but I think it deserves to be revisited. This is a post from my personal blog about one of the most successful tricks of our friend Jory.

A friend of mine likes to laugh. Often, this occurs at the expense of others, but mostly in ways that don't offend. To protect the innocent, I will call this friend "Jory" and the victim in this particular story "Matt."

Matt came home excited. He had obtained a girl's phone number that day (we'll call her "Becca"). Not only that, but he had convinced her to enter his name in her address book as "Sexy Matt." She sent a text message to confirm the number: "Hey sexy!"

Naturally, Matt was anxious to show Jory this text message, as it provided concrete evidence of his manliness and expert ways with the ladies. After bragging about his feat, Matt decided to take a shower. This was the worst possible move he could have made at a moment like this in a story like this (one involving Jory). Immediately, Jory grabbed Matt's phone, which had been placed carelessly on the dresser in plain sight, found his own number in Matt's address book, and changed out his name for Becca's. Now when he sent a text to Matt, Becca's name would be displayed.

Thus began the prank. The details are many and hilarious, but let it suffice to say that Jory played well the role of "creepy stalker girl." He sent all kinds of personal and flirtatious messages, including invitations to hang out and even an offer to kiss. Perhaps the creepiest text of all was this picture of Matt's bed with the words, "I like the planets..."

Jory was having too much fun to keep this devilish trick to himself, and he called me the morning after this all began to inform me. He then proceeded to keep me updated via email throughout the day. I was enjoying this at least as much as Jory was, so I decided to do my homework at Jory's house that evening so I could be there when Matt got home.

It was well worth the sacrifice (I knew going in that I would not actually be doing homework at Jory's house because that's impossible). Matt came home in quite a huff. He said, "Guys, I don't know what to do. A crazy girl has been texting me all day and she is being WAY too forward." Then, turning to Jory, he said, "Jory, have you been home today? I have to know--did you let her into our apartment, because she's been in my room!" It was all I could do to keep from laughing my head off.

It was true. Despite the blatant forwardness of the messages and the inclusion of information that only Jory could know, Matt had not even suspected a hoax. After a few minutes of agony for Matt and fun for us, Jory revealed his secret. Matt was silent for at least two full minutes. His first words were, "Jory, I'm not sure whether to hate you right now or congratulate you."

It was the perfect prank.