A Journey to Cleveland

Well then, last weekend, off i was to jolly old cleveland, with many a surprise a-waitin' for me.
My grandmother's gotten a lot better. She really has. She has demensia and whatnot, and last time we made the journey, she had no idea who any of us really were... i think, she may have but she didn't stay awake long enough, and she couldn't really talk, and she couldn't walk either. But yeah, she was alright. She suggested we sing her a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday Dear Dog" despite the absence of any dogs and she made up a couple words during the course of lunch.
Then of course, there was the easter egg dyeing, which featured an egg label 'poop' a cracked egg painted to be a smiley with head trauma (the head trauma falling on the cracked side, i know, i'm a genius) and the good old hammer and sickle egg. (compliments of me, as my father wasn't there to make a good 'ole swastica egg, i kid you not, that was his contribution last year.) after the coloring, the egg hunt commenced. At one point, my cousin found an egg, which dropped to the ground as she discovered it, i was fairly close to the ground, so i picked it up. she accused me of fighting her, and decided to reenact the 'fight' by pushing me over the couch back and elbowing me in the face. This woulda been okay at like age five or six, but i'm 14 and my cousin's in her late thirties. yeah.
anyways... that was about the extent of the hub bub up in ohio.
it was a lovely trip.

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