Yep. They held an intervention. They even wrote letters to each of us and read them out loud. Apparently just because we wish they were sparkly, or because we call them Mr. Ab-tastic, or because we read and reread the books and watch the movies over and over, they think we're obsessed. Whatever. Here we are listening to the men try to convey their heartbreak over it (I look like such a dork - what am I doing??):
Here's Dan getting some support while reading my letter:
Dan even found a shirt that I made and tried to hide from him. The front says "Edward sucks..." and the back says "...on my neck."
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