Those awkward family car trips when you just want to get out and bang your head against something before you shoot somebody in the head? Yeah, that happened today. My insane brother, seriously, Ollie is a sweetheart, but he's got more than a couple screws loose if you ask me, decided it was at last time to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming a Llama Owner last week, and today we went to pick his baby llama out.
I wish that i was kidding. I really, really do. An interminably long time in a car with your giddy as hell brother, and nobody past the age of thirty should bounce up and down in their seat for an entire two hours, really, your pissy agitated nephew and the best friend of your brother who currently doesn't get why the nephew isn't speaking to him and keeps trying attempts at conversation, to pick up a hoofed animal that can make wool and spit in your eye is...well, so not my idea of actually being fun.
I get that I should like, treasure family time or something, but come on. Roy was bitching and moaning, Ollie was humming, Barton was trying to make conversation, Barton's dog, who was actually the least of the problems, but looked like she wanted to fix the bitching, was there too, and then Barton's hearing aids went off when we entered one of the barns all about to kill each other.
He finally let me pull out my ipod on the way home, not that it worked for long out in the back country but seriously. This was weird. I'm not that sure I want to go ahead and do that kind of family thing again, you know?