This past wednesday I was bundled into the car and trapped there for seven hours before being dumped at my grandparents house for thanksgiving. Everything was pretty much okay except for the giant spiders I found living in the blanket I was given, the wall full of creepy porcelain dolls, and the clowns that were right next to my bed. Oh, and my diabetic grandmother is no longer testing her blood sugar. I only know because she didn't have any lances lying around on the counters anymore. And trust me, she wouldn't clean them up for any reason. Thanksgiving went well and on friday I was chasing around my youngest cousin until 1 am when the men finished their cards and left. Saturday I woke up and got ready for my grandparent's fiftieth aniversery party and it was in this really tacky old place and my cousins were checking each other out. It was bad. So we had to spend half an hour saying good bye to every one then drove back to the house quickly, packed, and started to drive home before we could be stopped. It was kinda funny. But all in all the trip wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My uncles are nicer than I remembered but then again my whole family has mellowed out since the last time e all got together.