And I feeeeeeeel nice, like sugar and spice

Who invented Amusement parks?

I want to kiss them. Okay, well, I suppose this person is dead now. So kissing may be out of the question. Today I went to Calaway Park with my fam. Dad, grandpa, and Uncle Matthew, just kind of followed us around while we acted like five year olds and wanted to go on every ride possible. So, of course, being us, we wanted to go on the roller coaster first. Okay. Getting on the ride... everyone feelin' good. It starts to go up the track, oh, and wait - what happens? IT STOPS. So we just chill. The announcer guy is like, "Everyone stay calm." Meanwhile, Em's like, "OH, THATS REASSURING. THANK YOU." It was great. Finally, they get it started. And we go about our ride and on its second trip around, we have a repeat technical problem. However, it is fixed even more quickly then before, and all is well. Rides continue... Our last ride before we all died of hunger was the Log ride. In which took an hour to wait in line, and then for all that its worth, get completely soaked. There was a lot of squealing to be had. Food is then distributed. Chicken fingers and fries, mmm. Rides continue after that, but at a slowing pace as we have been there for like, four hours. Finally it is time to go home. We stop at the Candy shop, an annual custom. Let me just say, candy apples are not EXACTLY the easiest food in the world to eat. Can I get an amen?

Our way home consists mainly of deciding what is going to be done what's actually home. However, all is disgarded shortly thereafter, and we all crash and fall asleep. And now, I must share with you the bits and pieces of the conversation I heard between my grandparents whilst I was in and out of sleep:

Grandma: They sure do seem to get along
Grandpa: Oh, absolutely
Grandma: Was it busy out there?
Grandpa: Oh, you'd better believe it.
Grandma: Those are such NICE SHOES.

Grandma: Nunc, the corn needs to be husked.
Grandpa: Let me start the barbeque first. I think I remember how... I used to do it all the time...
Grandma: NUNC, DON'T PUT YOUR FACE DOWN THERE... I don't like this...
Grandpa: It smells like its working
Grandma: It smells like oil

Dad: Do you have a carving knife?
Grandma: I have a fork

After much delay, and we passed the time before supper by playing an invigorating game of Rooke, supper finally was served outside. The meal tonight: Corn on the cob, roast, baked potato, salad. The four cousins were pleasantly put OUTSIDE of the normal table, and I suppose I cannot blame them. And some more highly entertaining conversations... Although, it will only be entertaining to those of you who know me, and/or my grandparents.

Grandpa: JoAnne, there are 5 potatoes left.
Grandma: Give them to the neighbours
Cousins: LOL.

Amy: Wanna be my friend?
Cousins + Alex: LOL

A series of very funny faces came forth... uncontrollable laughing. So, so good. Alex is useless as being retarded. Which, is kind of ironic.

Tonight, Emily and Sara (Who, if you havent caught on so far, are my cousins) are spending the night at my house. Our plans? To remake a Harry Potter Puppet Pals song. To sing an actual real song, in our real voices. And basically, to annoy the living crap out of my parents. All will be done very, very well. Tonight's gonna be a good night.

More later...