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So. . . Saturday all my grandparents and aunts and cousins got here! I woke up and some of them were laying on our couches, they had arrived while I was sleeping like Santa. We all caught up and a crazy breakfast ensued. It's hard trying to find food that everyone will like when one person is training for a race, another is lactose intolerant, and the others just don't like what we have. It's too bad they didn't like beef jerky. My mom came home Friday night with a big bag of beef jerky and we were all like, Mom, who'd you buy the beef jerky for? Cause we have guests coming over so I thought that she'd boughten it for them. But she hadn't, she'd just bought beef jerky to buy beef jerky and was freaking out because we were all asking why she bought beef jerky. It was pretty funny. In the midst of this crazy breakfast, my mom had a yogurt accident. It was so funny, she was laughing so hard. I love it when her family comes out because she's so giggly and it's fun to watch.



We went to our favorite mall with what relatives were here. My grandma wanted some new shoes so we hit up all the shoe stores. My grandpa tried unsuccessfully to get her to buy stilettos. When that didn't work, he tried convincing us that they had shoes in the back back of Victorias Secret. My mom said, yeah, slippers maybe. My mom's funny.

We found these nice massage chairs to sit in while waiting at one store. I was very offended because it said that menustrating woman couldn't use it. While I was just sitting in the chair minding my own business, all the sudden Jill sits on me. They're pretty silly.



We hit up Burlington Coat Factory. I keep seeing those commercials on tv where they're like I got this and this and this so I was a bit excited to see if it was as great as they made it out to be. Oh. It was. I'm a soon to be college student so I've been learning how to find deals and boy did I find some! I found a bunch of modest cute skirts and this really cool jacket raincoat thing! They, are my big girl clothes. That moment was when it finally hit me that I was out of high school and going to college. I was running around the store like a wild woman telling anyone who would listen that I was out of high school and a big girl now. Hehe!

After a =n all day trip to the mall, it was partying time! Nick's last annual bonfire. I grabbed the bestby and we hit it up. It was sooo much fun! Everybody was there and it was raining a little adding to the legitimate need of a bonfire. The basement was where the true party was at. All my friends were down there. I played bumper pool with Kelsey. We didn't know how to play so we kind of made it up. It was so weird being in Nick's house again because I haven't been there in a year and he'd added another bathroom and there were dogs running around and I was like, wait did he get a dog? The answer is no, no he didn't They were somebody else's.

I played the bestby in a game of pool and I was losing pretty bad until he hit the eight ball in. So then I won and announced it to the whole basement. I'm funny. After such a rousing game, we went outside to get smores! Yum! I told the bestby that since he wasn't going to eat one and everyone else in the blogging world has roasted a marshmallow that I would allow him the opportunity to roast my marshmallows. It was so cute watching him, they caught on fire and he blew it out and then stuck em right back in. I told him that when they catch on fire they're usually done.




It was the best smore ever. :) After smores the bestby and Gabe played a game of pool to win Gabe's lucky comb. I don't understand why the comb was so important, but it was a pretty funny game. The bestby won the first game so Gabe begged and begged for it to be best two out of three. The bestby ended up winning in the end though, but was kind enough to let Gabe keep his comb in exchange for two dollars. So sweet.








There's one picture of the bestby touching everything. He does that wherever we go. It's pretty funny. He pointed out to me the last few days that I'm scared of the deans. Yeah I am, they're scary!

Anyways, it was a great day with family and friends. :)

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