Queen of Rambles

Seven days. No Internet. Watch the crankiness begin.

Or maybe that should be boredom. It seemed like our whole trip consisted of sitting around being bored, then suddenly getting in a rush and going out to eat. Of course, this was all punctuated by baby shenanigans, so that made it worth it. I don’t really know if I’d call my sister’s baby an actual baby though. He’s only 8 months old, but he’s HUGE. He’s wearing 18 month old clothing with the pant legs rolled up. He’s very mobile and will probably be walking within the week. He’s hell to carry around because he is so heavy (over 30 pounds) and doesn’t WANT to be still. Even bottle time is wiggle time. He manages to scoot out of your arms and onto the floor while sucking on the bottle. He’s very silly. I will post some pictures if I find the camera.

The trip went pretty well over all. I figured out that if I don’t drink milk I don’t feel sick! As soon as I drink some milk or eat some dairy I’m back to the tummy problems. I did puke once, but that was under extenuating circumstances. My dad farted and it smelled soooooooo bad that I started puking. Nice, eh?

I only yelled at my grandma once, which seems a little too much for a five day period. We were eating my birthday lunch (which I didn’t eat because I was sick) and she kept saying Mike was going to leave me. At first I played it off as a joke, saying “yup, I’m a terrible wife, I don’t know why he sticks around.” I thought she’d drop it, but ten minutes later Mike and I were bored and basically being disgustingly cute and picking at each other. Grandma’s eyes got big and she told us to “quit fighting” so I told her we would finish just as soon as I threw him to the floor.

“If you do that, someone nice is going to come along and take him. He wants someone who’s nice to him, not you.”

She sure knows how to press that button. I started quietly yelling at her and finished up by telling her I was a CRABBY OLD BITCH! It was a really charming moment.

She finished up with, “I don’t know why you can’t take a little teasing.” Teasing? Is it teasing to be constantly told your husband is going to divorce you? Sure it could be teasing, but she really means it.

Thankfully that was the only bad moment.

I have no idea how I’m going to catch up with a week’s worth of blog reading. At this moment I don’t even have the energy to try.

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