It's the cereal that's shot from guns
!Maybe it's just me, but I don't get re-enactors. I can't even get up enough interest in my own life to get dressed in my own clothes, let alone re-enactment garb. Ok, I know there's more to it than that, but com'on!
So, where was I?
Ah yes, my family treating me as walking, talking furniture...although they don't hear a word I say, or notice when I've left a room, they have a sense that something has taken place in their realm. I have to give them that. Keen sense of awareness, when something even vaguely brushes passed their realm.
I've had a summer's worth full of arguments, disagreements, and general ugliness already, and it's only the 4th of July. Saints preserve us!
And hey, where did May and June go? Not to mention where that fifth went?! E-gads...
