Yay for a real American Thanksgiving.

Yep, it's that time again. Thanksgiving.

This year was definitely a special one. Like I said, it was our first real american one. We started fighting halfway through dinner. Ahah, it started stealthily, like a panther prowling through a star-lit jungle. Mom suggested a walk, to clear our tiredness, but Daniel was feeling kind of sick. So we went without him. The walk was non-eventful. However, the fighting really began when we got back. Ohoho.

I'm mainly just sick of hearing the same things over and over again. "Cy-fair is good for you, and it's cheap. We can pay for it with cash, it'll be good." Or "You're gonna have to walk next month. How many claims have you done? All you do is sit around and play computer. Oh Chrifu, you're such a good son." I'm not kidding about that last one. Apparently I'm much more caring then Daniel now, which is surprising, since he's always been the favored one. I have no doubt that the scales will soon tip in his favor again. It always does that, back and forth, back and forth. Daniel and I don't care. We know that our parents are crazy.

Anyways, I've just started tuning out things I don't care to hear. I find it makes life so much more pleasant.