Sunday was bizarre. We went to my grandparent's house for the afternoon to help them pack (they're moving). Their next door neighbors were having a birthday party for their kids. At one point, this teenager/parent climbed up into this short tree, taking a toddler with her. One of the other toddlers, upon seeing them in the tree, decided that he should hit them with a broom until they came down from the tree or wonderful candy came forth from their innards. Did any of us put a stop to this? Oh no, we just stood back and laughed. Eventually the kid saw something else that interested him and stopped beating the woman and child. Afterwards I headed home for a quiet evening with the house to myself. Meg and Kate invaded my home later in the evening (not that I mind random invasions of cute girls or anything) and we spent the late evening watching Howard The Duck and Airheads before I kicked them out.
Now I'm here. Bored. One week and counting.