I Hate Phones

Ever since my parents left, every five minutes is DING A LING A LING! DING A LING A LING!

My gosh, that is so annoying. I don't know why people think that just because my parents decide to not be home for a few days, it's okay to call a thousand times. GUESS WHAT? I'm not answering. So keep ringing your face off.

Yesterday was pretty hectic. After church, we went over to this ---

Are you serious? The freaking phone is ringing AGAIN. Ugh... Oh wait. It's my aunt. She's taking us to Baltimore so that we can visit our uncle. They are the brother and sister of my dad. My dad has way too many brothers and sisters. Just saying. But yeah, my uncle in Baltimore has twins. One boy and one girl. They are really something. I'll talk about them later.

But yeah, after church, we went to a birthday "party". First let me tell you that since my parents aren't hear, there's no one in the house with a license to drive. So we had our Auntie Rudy* take us places. We went to her church and she was planning on letting us stay at her house for lunch. That isn't what happened actually. So we went the "party". To tell you the truth, I didn't even know who's b-day it was until I went to the house and started looking at their family photos. I recognized them from this other church we used to visit. And yeah, we pretty much crashed the party, took some cake, and left.