Shoo you nasty vermon!

They're nasty, gross, invasive. I hate them. They are termites. I'm fairly certain of this. You see, they don't really look like ants at all, besides... they're in the walls. I think thats a hint. But my dad is in denial. He really, REALLY doesn't want to except that there are termites in the house. Thats because that means we have to fix it- soon. We're selling this house very shortly after all.

I really feel as if my family should be followed around with a camera, and tonight only made that opinion stronger. We're hilarious. I swear to it. And I know, I really do know that many families say that "all the time". But honestly! Compared to the rest of the shit that America watches on the tele, this is golden. For example: tonight I needed to do laundry. I was separating: making my piles and such just casually. I was in no rush. But then I went downstairs to discuss the bug problem with my parents because they had already started to do so. So I go downstairs to discuss and then I notice my dad (we were discussing in their room) picking up a pile of clothes.

"No!"

"What are you talking about, Alex?"

"No dad, I really need the washer!"

"Hah! Too bad!"

"No see- you really don't understand, I already have a load ready I just came down here to discuss the stupid termites!" I run out of his room and close the door, holding it shut from my side. He gets it open easily so I block the door out of his room with my arms.

"Hah! Well they aren't in the washer right now so I win. Gonna get there first." He plows me out of the way, to which I precede to block the small opening to the living room that is after his door.

"I can't let you do that... I really need the washer..." I say, but he takes a kick to my butt and easily passes by me. I really do suck at blocking. Period. Being in an open room and no REAL way to block him anymore I run to the laundry room and block the door there. He runs after me with a full load of wash in his arms, mind you. I'm getting desperate at this point. So I plead with him.

"Please! I have school tomorrow- think of my education!" I'm doing a bit better blocking now, mainly because I REALLY need him not to put anything in the washer. He pushes past me after a little bit more work now. I then run to the washer and block it with my body, its a front load so I can just stand in front of it. I face him. "Please!? Dad please!" He easily pushes me to the side and opens, despite my efforts to keep it closed. He starts to shove clothes in while I pull his just shoved in clothes out.

"You're too late!" He mocks.

"No- see I really would like to wash my clothes. You have all night! And more of the morning than I do!" Then. My mom says something to me.

"Whats going on in there?" She inquires from the couch. I exit the laundry room to give a proper answer.

"Nothing really, dad's just- HEY!" I run back into the laundry room and dad is closing the washer. I instantly tear it open and pull the clothes back out while he tries to shove them back in. I block by putting my foot into the actual washer. He tries to tickle me and push me to the side- but I've had enough. I'm so not moving. And as we all know- Alex is super ticklish. So this was hard to stay put. Finally I push my whole body weight back and pin him against the wall in the laundry room.

"Fine, fine, fine! You can have it! Jeeze... Just put my clothes in after yours."

"Okay!" I smiled- I won.

That was the highlight of the day- oh wait. Mother's day. That was cool too. My grandma and great uncle were in town. We went to brunch at South Congress Cafe. Really, super good food. I mean amazing. I had migas. And they were really spicy and REALLY good. Oh my- I don't think I've ever had migas any better, ever. We also went to this super high end place downtown called "Aquerelle's". It's French. And uhm- they don't REALLY cater to vegetarians. Even though they had this one vegetarian set meal thingy (with like five courses). It consisted of lasagna and beets in two separate parts of the set. I'm super picky. I'll admit it. I hate lasagna of all kind and I hate beets. No- I just can't do either. Lasagna of any kind makes my whole esophagus slime in that way when you want to gag. It isn't pleasant and I've learned to just except that lasagna will never be my thing. On the other hand though- they had amazing deserts.

Alexandra out.