We’re going to have a houseful tomorrow. Josh and some of his band-mates from high school organized a get-together over Facebook a few weeks ago. We love having people over to our house, so naturally, he offered to host. I’m going to be the pepper flake in the salt shaker, though, because I played violin back in my middle school days. I got tired of it by the end of eighth grade, so I opted out of playing in high school and took up other interests such as diving and drama. Nevertheless, I kept my violin, and I still have it today. It’s in its maroon case at the bottom of my closet, strings missing, bridge detached and bow completely fallen apart. I bet that’ll impress Josh’s band friends. BACK THE HECK UP, GUYS; AMY’S STILL GOT HER BROKEN VIOLIN. Josh can brag for real, though, because he still has his drums and he still plays them. Of course, he’ll brag anyway because he’s told me countless times how much more awesome drumline was than the rest of the band. He’s not usually arrogant, but when it comes to his drumline days and how awesome they were, you have to make sure he doesn’t walk outside when it’s raining. He’d drown in an instant.