We're feeling much better than we were yesterday. I think it comes as a shock to anyone to have someone tell them they're not as awesome as they thought they were, and yesterday it happened in a pretty harsh way. But thinking about it, that's probably kind of what happened to Steve on Saturday. Mom told us yesterday morning that he'll only be satisfied if we go and talk to the managers to tell them... we're not sure exactly what he wants us to tell them, actually. But I think it involves making him look better. I'm not entirely sure how that would work.
I was thinking about it (we do a lot of thinking, as you can see), and while I don't really remember how the conversation that ruined Steve's reputation went, I can imagine it was something like this: "Your step-dad came in here and said you were just too shy to come ask us to fix things in your apartment, and was talking about how timid you are, and really making you seem like completely different people." "What? Oh, don't listen to him--he doesn't know what he's talking about." The last comment would have been spurred on by the fact that we do think Steve doesn't really pay attention to what we're really like, and it really seems like a normal reaction. So while it doesn't seem like there was any malice involved, I can see where it would cause problems for him. But I do agree that the way they said he was talking to us doesn't seem to really match our idea of what we're like, so I'm not entirely sure how to go about fixing the problem. I'd imagine it would normally go something like, "We've been told we're supposed to tell you that Steve's not as bad as we seem to have made him out to be," but somehow we don't think that's quite what he wants. Oh well.
My visiting teacher called and we talked for a long time about stuff. She really likes I Hate You More Than Anyone (we lent her a copy last Monday), which is awesome because now we're finally not the only people we know who know about it.
And! our CDs finally came today, but we haven't opened them yet because we've been busy all day. We were supposed to meet with the Bishop at Family Home Evening tonight, too, but I'm not sure we're going to make it. Former visiting teacher offered to take us yesterday, but we turned the offer down, because sometimes FHE really doesn't help, especially when they have sugar-free popsicles, blech. I am a little curious as to what kind of "healthy" snacks we might have this time, though. I did call former VT to see if we could take her up on the offer of a ride after all, but I got her voice mail. And I'm not all that eager to go, so I didn't try that hard. Maybe we can talk to the Bishop on Sunday.
Hm, for all the fun we had today, I feel like I don't have much to talk about. Come to think of it, most of the "fun" was looking up flowers. I put quotes around it, but it actually was pretty interesting, especially when we actually found stuff. We even found out what kind of camellia we had growing by the apartment we lived in in elementary school. It was really neat.
Today I'm thankful for getting shiny (I assume) new CDs, having a copy of Darby O'Gill and the Little People (it was one of our favorite movies when we were little, despite being terrified by the banshee (Athena: I guess it was our Higurashi of when we were seven); I hope it's still entertaining), fun phone calls, people reading Sekaichi, and knowing more flower names than tulips and sunflowers.