Dishes are for doing

Tonight was a lovely night for me (that is code for I stayed up way too late and have mentally lost it.). First, our neighbor came into our house and asked if she could borrow some toothpaste- or so I thought that's what she said.  She mentioned a few times that it was really random, and I had to admit I thought that borrowing toothpaste was really random.  But I just figured they were out in their apartment, and I promptly handed my toothpaste to her.  Her eyes bugged a little, and then she corrected me, saying that she was asking for toothpicks... 

I could've sworn she said toothpaste.  Nuff said there.  

After the toothpaste incident, Annalee and I decided to crack down and do the dishes.  But she ran out of the kitchen to tell something to Jessica; reflexivly, I grabbed two utensils out of the sink, and I proceeded to charge towards her, my dirty utensils blazing, all while yelling, "Hey! We're doing the dishes here!" Annalee looked at me skeptically and then started cracking up.  And that is when I looked down.  In grabbing utensils out of the sink I had hoped to have grabbed knives, or at least a couple forks.  But no, I was threatening Annalee with a pair of wussy spoons.  Ooooh, terrifying.  

My brain really becomes unresponsive after 10 p.m.

--Sadie

PS- Dishes must only be done while dancing like mad-women, preferably using BYU-approved-not-so-dirty-but-kinda-sketchy dancing.

Also I am a little ashamed that I have the most stories to tell.  I think I win for most awkward person.  Ever.  In Tingey.