Grandpa Pig Marooned Us on Pirate Island
1B, SiL, and nephew came down Wednesday for fireworks and beach time for the last couple days, which has been a little off-and-on, because nephew is terrified of kind of like everything, including but not limited to being in/near the ocean, any of us being in/near the ocean, and also even the weeniest baby rides at the boardwalk (the firetrucks that go around in a circle sent him into a screaming on the ground meltdown). I can't judge though, because even in the universe where somebody would be willing to reproduce with me, I'm sure my offspring would hardly be more normal.
Either way, it's been nice mostly, but I'm ready to go home and sleep in my own bed and have guinea pigs and the good internet. And also to stop being the 30yo at the boardwalk with her parents like a complete loser.