Boring Suburban People

Hello Everyone:

I was so tired yesterday that all I could do was flop in front of the television. I was tired from a headache. Allergies once again. The wind must be shifting direction. Otherwise, it’s been pretty quiet. I sort of accepted an invitation to lunch with sis and her family this weekend. One of her BILs and his family will there too. Oh joy. They’re nice people but boring as heck. They live out in the middle of suburbia and have four children. Two lumpish pre-teen girls who were crushing on my oldest nephew. Eww. He’s good looking but they’re first cousins and just eww. The girls have twin five-year-old brothers who are cute as five-year-old twin boys can be. Mum calls them “Ronald McDonald,” after the clown from the old McDonalds adds because they have curly red hair. It’s kind of cute. The problem is they have nothing interesting to say about anything.  Don't read, don’t do anything worth mentioning. Total children on the brain. Well, it’s only for a few hours and there’s liquor.