Highlight of my day: having the VIArail guy who was booking my trip home read my email back to me in the NATO alphabet.
Moral of the story: I love my father, but he and his wife are way too boring for my life. I can't sit and do nothing for a week. At least my grands have an excuse for not taking me out. (The driver had a valve replacement done in October, he's doing so awesomely, but has trouble breathing in cold air. Plus they have a basement and a backyard and doooo things. I can help people cook or clean, or just listen to old stories.
The moral of the rant: I'd rather vacation with my maternal grandparents than my dad.)
(Also: if I posted an entry proclaiming my love for the Percy Jackson series, how many of you would roll your eyes and laugh at me behind my back?)