That's What Bloodsuckers Do
Me: Ahh, Annabelle? I don't think that box is yours.
Annabelle: ALL THE BOXES ARE MIIIINEEEEE!!!!! YOU CANNOT HAS IT!!!
She fits into one of those fridge pack Pepsi boxes when it's empty, and nothing makes her happier. Especially if someone walks by - then she can bat at them.
In other news, I went to Meijer with grandma Joan to help with the grocery shopping. Why? Because I am a good granddaughter who hasn't gone serious grocery shopping in over a year. I miss Meijer, I admit it, it's way better than Wal-mart or any of those other stores that we have in the U.P. Even if it is insanely crowded this time of year. I have not pushed a cart as heavy as the one grandma loaded up in I can't remember how long. Home cooked food actually sounds nice, however. We have the meals all planned out. I'm looking forward to the venison burgers and noodlebake, myself. Although the worst thing you can do to a diagnosed OCD girl is to subject her to a messy cart filled with easily organized objects. Which is exactly what my grandma did to me. I tried to organize and she slapped my hands away because it would 'take too much time'. Twitching throughout the entire store hurt my neck and hands.
Me: You know that I'm going to be twenty-one in a few months.
Grandpa: No you're not.
Me: Yes I am.
Grandpa: You just think you are.
Me: If I'm twenty-one... that makes you... you'll be sixty!
Grandpa: I think we should have a year without birthday celebrations.
Me: Oh no way in hell. I'm really looking forward to this birthday. Skip yours, keep mine.
Grandpa: You just want to get slammed.
Me: Yessir.
Now we're discussing popping popcorn in something other than a microwave, you know, the really good kind. Ahhh, Saginaw may not always be my favorite place, but there are the lovely bright spots to make it better. Like grandpa; and Kristen; and hours worth of totally immersing myself into any sort of fantasy world I wish to ignore the real one. You know - writing, reading, playing, etc. Seriously, when you take out the depressing bits that are sometimes overwhelming, it's not too bad here. So long as I don't get left alone in the house with grandma or dad.
Grandpa: Is it time to eat?
Me: I don't think so.
Grandpa: Well ask.
Me: Hey grandma! Is it time to eat?
Grandma: No, not yet!
Me: Okay, grandpa just wanted to know!
Grandpa: No, don't say that! She'll explode if I ask!
I lol'd.
Annabelle: ALL THE BOXES ARE MIIIINEEEEE!!!!! YOU CANNOT HAS IT!!!
She fits into one of those fridge pack Pepsi boxes when it's empty, and nothing makes her happier. Especially if someone walks by - then she can bat at them.
In other news, I went to Meijer with grandma Joan to help with the grocery shopping. Why? Because I am a good granddaughter who hasn't gone serious grocery shopping in over a year. I miss Meijer, I admit it, it's way better than Wal-mart or any of those other stores that we have in the U.P. Even if it is insanely crowded this time of year. I have not pushed a cart as heavy as the one grandma loaded up in I can't remember how long. Home cooked food actually sounds nice, however. We have the meals all planned out. I'm looking forward to the venison burgers and noodlebake, myself. Although the worst thing you can do to a diagnosed OCD girl is to subject her to a messy cart filled with easily organized objects. Which is exactly what my grandma did to me. I tried to organize and she slapped my hands away because it would 'take too much time'. Twitching throughout the entire store hurt my neck and hands.
Me: You know that I'm going to be twenty-one in a few months.
Grandpa: No you're not.
Me: Yes I am.
Grandpa: You just think you are.
Me: If I'm twenty-one... that makes you... you'll be sixty!
Grandpa: I think we should have a year without birthday celebrations.
Me: Oh no way in hell. I'm really looking forward to this birthday. Skip yours, keep mine.
Grandpa: You just want to get slammed.
Me: Yessir.
Now we're discussing popping popcorn in something other than a microwave, you know, the really good kind. Ahhh, Saginaw may not always be my favorite place, but there are the lovely bright spots to make it better. Like grandpa; and Kristen; and hours worth of totally immersing myself into any sort of fantasy world I wish to ignore the real one. You know - writing, reading, playing, etc. Seriously, when you take out the depressing bits that are sometimes overwhelming, it's not too bad here. So long as I don't get left alone in the house with grandma or dad.
Grandpa: Is it time to eat?
Me: I don't think so.
Grandpa: Well ask.
Me: Hey grandma! Is it time to eat?
Grandma: No, not yet!
Me: Okay, grandpa just wanted to know!
Grandpa: No, don't say that! She'll explode if I ask!
I lol'd.