Even Steven is smiling upon the Thevictorian family today. Mighty Casey himself would be welcome to drag his backwards-K butt over to our abode and join in the celebration.
Genius has been moved from homeless housing into his first choice dorm. I found out quite by accident, checking to make sure that his paid tuition that is due on Monday still showed up online. I noticed that on the itemized fees, the dormitory bill had been subtracted. And right below it, a more expensive fee had been added. Of course Genius had just stepped into the shower. So we had a muffled conversation.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
"What? Talk louder!"
"CAN I CRACK THE DOOR?"
"I think they switched your dorm. They subtracted the fee, and added a different one. And instead of The Quad overflow thingy, it has some initials."
"WOOHOO! I got in! I just checked it yesterday morning, and it was the same."
"This shows it went in yesterday."
"I'll check when I get out."
So now Genius has a definite room, with an address, in the building he wanted. Not some amorphous maybe of a living space like the gymnasium where Lewis and Gilbert ended up before exacting their nerdy revenge. He was also able to look up his roommate and suitemates, and find out what floor he'll be living on.
In other news, The Pony is going to a party. He was invited yesterday, or maybe earlier this week by phone when he was at his grandma's house. He only told me this morning when I asked what he'd been texting about yesterday when I thought he was getting in the pool.
At first, The Pony told me he didn't think he'd go. More interrogation revealed that plans for the party included dancing and pizza and a bonfire. I know The Pony is a pizza boy. So I asked him, "Do you like to dance?"
"Um. What do YOU think? No."
"Do you like to burst into flames."
"Well, you should know that the answer to that would be, 'Hopefully, no.'"
"I'm sure there will be girls there who would love to teach you to dance."
The Pony went off to let out the goats. Then he hoofed it down into the woods to help Hick at the creekside cabin. I don't know what went on there, but a few hours later they both returned.
"Tell your mom."
"Uh...I'm going to the party?"
"Oh, I thought you decided not to."
"Apparently Dad says I am."
"I'll take him. It'll be good for him."
I suppose the only cherry on this sundae would be if Hick procures some Auction Meat while waiting for the time to pick up The Pony.