What you want, baby I got it, all im asking, is for a little respect

Today is a good day. The last of the Johnson offspring have arrived here in Calgary. I love my cousins. Alex (my brother, to any of you bloggers who read this and don't know who he is), and I got to my grandparents this afternoon, and immediately the giggling fest began. We started off with lunch, to which my grandmother would sporadically add things like, "OH, WE HAVE LETTUCE. (Lettuce, what an awkwardly spelled word when looked at for a long period of time) AND A TOMATO! I FORGOT." Hoots of laughter. Laughter. This happens a lot while they are here. We moved downstairs to play this card game called Rooke. For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, it is a seriously addicting game. But I am not going to try and explain the purpose, so you have my full permission to GOOGLE IT. If there is one thing about this family, it is that we love to sing. So, for the two hours that we played this game, I am pretty sure we sang Poker face, The american anthem, I Feel Good, Respect... to name a few. Ah, the classics. All jokings aside, we seriously would be one hell of a choir. All of us are good.

Originally, I had written an entire paragraph to which I very bluntly describe how much I do not enjoy drama. But, I thought better of it, in case people who may find this insulting come along. I am trying this new thing were I don't start any "drama." Atleast, not on purpose. Not that I regularly did that before.

And while on no particular topic at all, I might as well get into the weather. We are supposed to be eating ribs outside today, but of course, Calgary decided it was going to pour. And now just like that, it has stopped. But the sky is dark blue, which only can mean it will probably rain again. This conversation with myself and my thoughts has come to a grinding halt. I can't think of anything intelligent or worthwhile to say.

So, I shall leave it at this:
Kj Munroe, I miss you.