This particular Saturday (yesterday!) was more boring than usual. I'm reading a slightly crappy book (one of my friends gave it rave reviews so I promised to read it blech) the rest of my family wanted to go out to the lake where my uncle and his batshit crazy girlfriend were camping, but I really really didn't want to go because the mosquitoes are so bad and it is so freaking hot.. itchy and sweaty is worse than bored. The batshit crazy girlfriend would have been entertaining though. I should have gone just for that. She is truly crazy, twitchy crazy. My grandma fears for my uncles life. The woman enjoys going to the Dr.. she goes constantly, has more colonoscopies than anyone I've known, plus she talks about how she smacked her dad in the face with a cast iron skillet knocking his teeth out.. my uncle pays close attention when she tells that story.
OH well.. there's always next year!