fml finale

So the family reunion ended for me on Saturday night when I stormed away from the dining room telling my cousin, "You're right, you ARE sorry!!".

Of course I'll rewind to explain it all.

I spent most of Saturday running errands with my sister. We were supposed to be meeting the family at the park for the picnic/cookout. I asked my dad earlier that morning if it made sense to have the picnic at the park since they'd basically be packing up our entire house to go out there to bbq, then return home later to swim. He ensured me that it made sense to still go to the park, until at about noon, when he had an epiphany that going to the park was pointless, and the bbq should take place at 5350. After more eyerolling, shit talking, and errand running my sister happened to call my mom to ask what everyone was doing. She said they were about to take the family picture and that we needed to be there like yesterday. This alone baffled me because I kept thinking....dude....we called you. If we should have been there, why didn't you call us. lol. But whatever. I think I'm becoming immune to the disorganization and confusion, it's almost comical. lol.

All this leads me to explain why my night ended on a semi-sour note. I kept my dog, Basil, locked upstairs so he wouldn't bother/scare/annoy anyone. Someone decided to let him out and one of my cousins starts screaming

W.A.C. = Wack Ass Cousin: Your dog is evil!

Me: (thinking wtf?!) My dog is NOT evil.

This exchange went back and forth for about two minutes until I say,

Me: If the dog is so evil then, LEAVE.

W.A.C.: That dog bit my dad!

Me: No he didn't, my dog is never even met your dad.

[Sidebar: I guess I forgot to mention that my mom's dog, Rocko is a killer and def bit my uncle. But dogs only bite people if they deserve it right? Maybe not. Maybe Rocko just didn't like him. **shoulders shrugging**]

W.A.C.: Oh, so you're gonna tell me that's not Rosco?

Me: I don't know who Rosco is, but if you're referring to my mom's dog, ROCKO, then no, it's not Rocko. That's my dog, Basil.

W.A.C.: Oh, well my bad, I'm sorry.

Me: (walking away) You're right, you are sorry.

I know it sounds absolutely ridiculous that I would get so mad over a dog, but he's my dog. And I hate when people get beside themselves....and furthermore it gave me an excuse to snap out on someone [specifically him] since I was annoyed most of the weekend. lol.

Overall, the weekend actually wasn't that bad. It definitely predictable, but not bad at all. Even though some people were beyond extra, they kept me entertained the whole time.

Oh well....until next time. lol.