"You had chipmunk cream? How fortunate."
Uh, yeah, Failure to Launch is pretty much amazing. It will probably end up being the fourth chick-flick Paul sees with me. But, guys would love it too, I promise.
Anyway. Yesterday was a Heinsch Holiday. My favorite of the year, besides actual holidays. Why, you ask? Because it was for my birthday! (yes, for my sister, and Heather, Chad, Tim, Gail, Tim and Gail's Anniversary, and Heidi, but...mainly for me. XD)
The major thing about going to the Howards (that's Tim and Gail-Gail is my mom's older sister...see if you can follow the Heinsch Tree) is that they are pretty much the best cooks ever. And they know what to make for the Heinsch Clan. You see, people like Mindy (Glenn's wife-Glenn: Mom's little brother) want to make soup and salad, tacos, chili, and pork chops with some kind of crumbly stuff on them. Uh, no. We want pizza, burgers, Subway, and, if we're ambitious, shredded turkey sandwiches. Anyway, Gail and Tim always grill for us, and their burgers are little pieces of heaven. Seriously.
So we all ate, and drank, of course. And no one really messes with the pop selection--there were three sections of the cooler: Coke, Caffiene Free Diet Coke (which was only replacing MelloYello or Sprite because Papa can't have caffiene), and Diet Coke. There was a separate cooler for juiceboxes for the young, unafflicted ones.
Presents were fun. I got 30 bucks for Target from Grandma, along with an orgasmic orange-mango candle. Oi. And a horse encyclopedia from Tim and Gail (he used to sell books all the time, so we get them. ...and apparently no one has had the heart to tell them I am not obsessed with horses anymore--you know, since about 4 years ago.) From Heath and Chad, a Nike satchel (Be still, my heart!) with a shirt in it that said "Stuck in the Middle". Hah. Ten bucks from Glenn and Mindy, and what from my wonderful great-grandmother Nana Ellen? An eight dollar check made out to Cassie (much closer than the last one, made to Stacy). Eight dollars. I don't ask questions.
Then, the inevitable began. The discussion about my grandfather's job. He had run a red light on Friday and clipped a car's front end whose husband was in the car behind her. He has run out of fuel three times in a week. He used to run out about once every 5 years. His perception is off, he can't hear a blasted thing, and his doctor wants him home before ten. He is so stubborn you could swear he was related to a mule.
*sighs* We really didn't get anywhere in our half hour, but he's "going to talk to Kenny about a route to Des Moines" (which doesn't work because he ends up waiting for someone to switch trailers). Guh. Spare me.
Well, it's Price is Right time, everyone!!!
Tschüss!
Anyway. Yesterday was a Heinsch Holiday. My favorite of the year, besides actual holidays. Why, you ask? Because it was for my birthday! (yes, for my sister, and Heather, Chad, Tim, Gail, Tim and Gail's Anniversary, and Heidi, but...mainly for me. XD)
The major thing about going to the Howards (that's Tim and Gail-Gail is my mom's older sister...see if you can follow the Heinsch Tree) is that they are pretty much the best cooks ever. And they know what to make for the Heinsch Clan. You see, people like Mindy (Glenn's wife-Glenn: Mom's little brother) want to make soup and salad, tacos, chili, and pork chops with some kind of crumbly stuff on them. Uh, no. We want pizza, burgers, Subway, and, if we're ambitious, shredded turkey sandwiches. Anyway, Gail and Tim always grill for us, and their burgers are little pieces of heaven. Seriously.
So we all ate, and drank, of course. And no one really messes with the pop selection--there were three sections of the cooler: Coke, Caffiene Free Diet Coke (which was only replacing MelloYello or Sprite because Papa can't have caffiene), and Diet Coke. There was a separate cooler for juiceboxes for the young, unafflicted ones.
Presents were fun. I got 30 bucks for Target from Grandma, along with an orgasmic orange-mango candle. Oi. And a horse encyclopedia from Tim and Gail (he used to sell books all the time, so we get them. ...and apparently no one has had the heart to tell them I am not obsessed with horses anymore--you know, since about 4 years ago.) From Heath and Chad, a Nike satchel (Be still, my heart!) with a shirt in it that said "Stuck in the Middle". Hah. Ten bucks from Glenn and Mindy, and what from my wonderful great-grandmother Nana Ellen? An eight dollar check made out to Cassie (much closer than the last one, made to Stacy). Eight dollars. I don't ask questions.
Then, the inevitable began. The discussion about my grandfather's job. He had run a red light on Friday and clipped a car's front end whose husband was in the car behind her. He has run out of fuel three times in a week. He used to run out about once every 5 years. His perception is off, he can't hear a blasted thing, and his doctor wants him home before ten. He is so stubborn you could swear he was related to a mule.
*sighs* We really didn't get anywhere in our half hour, but he's "going to talk to Kenny about a route to Des Moines" (which doesn't work because he ends up waiting for someone to switch trailers). Guh. Spare me.
Well, it's Price is Right time, everyone!!!
Tschüss!