He broke my Conor-bone.

This is my dear friend Conor. And today is his birfday! Happy Birthday, dude!

Conor has a special place in my heart for several reasons. But one in particular.

We've been buds since about the 3rd grade. And just when our friendship was really starting to blossom, boy goes and breaks my collarbone. Total jerk.

We were playing follow the leader. Flimsy Lindsey (that's me, if you didn't know) tripped over nothing and fell to the ground. Conor fell as well, because it's called "follow the leader," and kicked me shoulder, snapping my poor, frail bones.

He may be sorry, but I never let him forget.

And now, I refer to them as my Conor-bones.

He's gonna kill me for putting this picture up here.