sometimes i am not good support.

if somebody trips, falls, has a mishap i really just can't help but laugh.

it's a problem.

dallin was over for sunday dinner and one thing led to another, the next thing we know he is outside "sword fighting" with tanner.

now the definition of a "sword" at the maxwell house would be one of the foam noodles you use in a swimming pool filled with pvc pip, and then covered in duct tape.

of course this fight wasn't taken lightly, they were seriously going at it. neither of them wanted to lose. the only problem was that tanner's sword had a little bit of pvc pipe sticking out of the end of it. dallin swung low, and tanner swung high...he got dallin right in the face and dallin lost.

it was hilarious watching it all happen. after tanner hit him he saw the blood. he kept trying to tell dallin that he was cut, but dallin just was not giving up, he thought tanner was trying to trick him. after he finally realized that he was bleeding we went inside to check it out.

please notice tanner laughing in the background.

we decided that we should probably take him to have a doctor check it out.

we arrived at the hospital and it was so funny listening to dallin try and explain what happened to the receptionist.

r: "ok so what happened?"

d: "oh i was just...uh...messing around."

r: "..doing??" *giving him an annoyed look*

d: "umm..swordfighting."

the look she gave him was priceless!

9 stitches later we were headed home. dallin was making me laugh the whole car ride back telling me how all of the nurses were making fun of him and how when he was leaving they were saying "ok now no more sword fighting for you."

oh yea, did i mention that we left in such a rush i didn't even bother to look at what i was wearing?

yep, i showed up at the hospital in my star slippers.

us breshears, we keep it classy.