I hate loud, smoke-filled rooms where everyone is drinking just to get drunk, and where there’s a band that keeps asking women to show their boobs. Why did I wait in line in the cold and pay 5 dollars to sit through this? I’m still not sure how it happened exactly. We were having fun at Bonny’s, drinking strawberry daquiris and beer. But Pulaski Days brought us out, and I guess everyone else had fun. I tried not be a party-pooper, but I just can’t fake having fun very well. Eventually we got to go to the lower level of the hall where Robin and I tried to master the fine art of polka dancing. Then we hit Yesterdog on the way home, so the night got better.

Saturday I found myself in the middle of an intense religious discussion with my super-Christian grandparents and aunt and uncle. I love them (especially my g-parents) and I must admit they were more open-minded than usual. But at one point I was condemned and going to hell (so were my mom, sister and brother, also in attendance). Fortunately when everyone else lost it and were about to just leave, I kept my cool and talked my way through a lengthy explanation of where we were really coming from. In the end, we’re no longer going to hell and I got lots of compliments on my deep thinking, intelligence, and articulate way of speaking. Phew, looks like I saved the family for now.

I got to watch Cam for awhile Sunday. That kid wears me out, and I was relieved when he fell asleep for a couple hours. But I just can’t get enough of him. He has a fetish for tight spots (ie: the 3-inch space between the chair and the table, rather than simply walking around the furniture), the fireplace, opening drawers, and the woods behind the house. He also entertained himself for 15 minutes by snapping the hair tie on my wrist and laughing hysterically when I cried out in pain. And we had a pretend biting contest. He likes to inflict pain I’ve noticed. Should we be concerned?

My other brother, Josh, is recovering beautifully from his accident! It’ll be a long road still, but he’s doing good. And we’re in the middle of a lawsuit now–very typical for how things would go in my family. At least we’re on the prosecuting side.