There's nothing like a nice case of step throat attacking your family to ruin a very fun holiday and three day weekend. Nothing like it at all.
Temperatures were brought down in just enough time to attend Harry Potter Camp yesterday and holyfuckingshit, was that ever a mad house of 60-some-odd kids and not-quite-organized chaos. Fun, though. But hot. And did I mention the chaos?
The highlight of the past few days has been this damn butterfly that wanted to take my lawful position as Aaron's wife. The little bitch wouldn't leave him alone, even followed him into the house multiple times. I was ready to let her take over my role, maybe she could knock some sense into his grocery shopping skills (you hear the sarcasm, right?). Why oh why do men buy items not on the list, the wrong brand and the wrong size. I now officially understand all joking of beating a husband upside the head with a frying pan.
Note: please send a nice frying pan my way. Or a person who follows a list. Either will do nicely.