Spendin' Time With My Papap...

My dear readers, I have safely returned from Pennsylvania. It was quite the stressful trip. My grandpa(papap) is seriously going crazy. He lives all alone in a tiny bungalow on top of a hill that overlooks the entire town he lives in. Sort of imagine Edward Scissorhands only fifty years older, two hundred pounds heavier, balding, deaf; you get the idea. We cleaned out his shack much to his dismay, meaning that we went through every newspaper from every day since 1959. In short, he is a pack rat. The lead rat of them all.

But it was still nice seeing him. The upside of the trip is I got to spend all of saturday at the sane portion of my relatives' summer house which was nearby bordering the Allegheny river. Good food, good people, and a day full of swimming. Oh and not to sound like a bad episode of Jerry Springer or anything, but my third or fourth cousin(I can't remember which) is really hot. That's not too terribly wierd, is it?