day thirteen.

Well, today was the big family picnic. Exactly what you would expect it to be: extended family getting together to catch up and await a dinner where the hot-ticket items are taco dip and deviled eggs. We actually derive (not the right word choice, but you get the idea) from Germany, though you'd never know from the crap we eat. In essence, we swam in 77 degree water, jumped around in a moonbounce, and spilled drinks. Because we're all klutzes, and that's just what happens.

There aren't any super hysterical stories from tonight, which is kind of a let down. I'm trying to sleep, but it's unsuccessful because of the pre-July 4th fireworks. If it's only the 3rd, I don't even want to be conscious for tomorrow night.

Changing subjects, my family's washer and dryer recently went kaputz. My father, the one desperately seeking a podiatrist, gave up and allowed my mother to get a new set. They're front loaders with clear doors. Instead of watching TV or some normal family activity, they install the washer and dryer, and sit in front of it, mesmerized by it's eco-friendly cycle patterns and front-loading wonder. I was, of course, unable to attend this fun fest, because of my sleepover. Which I am now paying the toll of lack of sleep. So, for lack of better things to write, I bid you adieu, interweb.