Suicidal Alpaca's?

So I'm still with my dad, and I'm still having a great time.

Last Sunday we had a dinner for Fathers Day, my Grandma's birthday, and my graduation. My dad was anxious to give my grandma and grandpa their combined gift, which was a new T.V. that he was hoping would replace their old-fahioned big screen. We went to Carino's and it was a pretty nice dinner, but I think that since my dad and Rosalie were on the end of the table with a tired Hunter and a disobedient Mattie they felt kinda blah. All there was my Aunt Tracie, my Uncle Chris, cousin Tristen, Bobby, Grandma, Grandpa, and the other 5 of us previously mentioned. I had bowtie pasta with alfredo =]

On Tuesday for whatever reason, I was to be alone after my doctors appointment until 3:30, which I didn't mind, but it made me realize how big my fear of bugs is. Otherwise known as Entomophobia. I was walking back from the kitchen to the living room with my tea, and I saw a spider on the wall. I've never liked bugs, to I went up to it with a tissue. Since it got bigger as I went up to it, I decided to just use a newspaper, like you would with a dog. But when I went back with the newspaper, it seemed to have gotten bigger, and it jumped. I then spent the next two and a half hours looking around for it and freaking out when something unexpected touched my foot or arm. Like the bottom of my pants or my sleeve.

Also, my grandma is on a plane right now, with my Aunt Tracie. For my Grandma's birthday, my Aunt is taking her to New York for a week. My grandparents lived there when they first got married, so it's something that she'll enjoy. I really, REALLY want one of those cheesy "I <3 N Y" T-shirts.

Baggio out.