Family...

My cousins from Harrisburg are here. I want to shoot myself. Frankie is a touch insane and starving for attention. Oh well. At least he finally learned how to swim so Sandcastle didn't suck...except for the really itchy sunburn on my chest now. Bleh! Then we went to Kennywood for the evening. The Swing Shot= not so thrilling. And oh yes! It was cheerleader day. Duane thought some little middle school whores' shirts said "I'm cheap," which from how they were dressed is an entirely reasonable mistake to make. They actually said "NH Cheer."

Today we had a cookout with them and did such exciting things as rip branches off our birch tree to build a bird nest hotel, throw rocks at tadpoles and try to catch the shark that lives in the pond that's now back by where the old hospital was (Tony's creation...3 kids used to live next door, 2 of them were eaten by the shark though). And then they left..WOO!