Poor Valiant! He had all his wisdom teeth extracted this morning. He really looks like a chipmunk. (Sorry, Dude, but it is true.) He's been living on ice cream and cold scrambled eggs since about 4 p.m. today and still, he's my hero.
Despite half an hour on the phone with Superman, we couldn't get our Vonage to stop cutting out our internet. Finally, we gave up and he snuck back into his roo (he had snuck out past lights out in the barracks to help me). I forwarded our phone to my cell phone and figured I'd deal with it tomorrow.
(Wouldn't it figure I'd start having computer problems when Superman left? He's a computer guy and he's got us wired. Normally, we have no issues. Since he flew out on Friday? Two huge ones!)
Anyway, Valiant just overheard me telling someone about our situation and that boy jumped up, did something magical, and fixed the entire problem. Seriously! Drugged up, puffy faced, and hurting, that boy saved the day!
Here I sit, typing away on the internet, and I have a dial tone on my phone! Woo Hoo!
That seals the deal, I'm keeping him!