So my grandparents are visiting this week from Missouri. They're in town for my Aunt's 4th of July party in Wonder Lake on Saturday. They brought their dog, Dirk, with them. Dirk is this huge Gordon Setter, and he's usually really nice.
Anyway, my mom went over there (to my aunt's house) to visit them today after work and apparently she was petting Dirk or something and he bit her and punctured her hand (whatever that means?!)!! Seriously?! So now my dad has to drive all the way to Wonder Lake, get mom, and drive her to the hospital. And then, my sister has to get my mom's car and drive it all the way back here.
Whenever my grandparents come up, they always cause some sort of drama, which is why we don't exactly look forward to their visits. I know that's a horrible thing to say, but if you knew my grandparents, you'd understand. They're crazy.
I'm so sick of all the shit that has happened within my family this summer. This was supposed to be a good summer. I get to see my old friends. I get to relax and not worry about the train and school, and Chicago. I get to work and make money for myself. Why is everything sucking so much? I've had two deaths, my mom was already in the hospital to have her Gall Bladder out, I was sick for an entire month, now my mom has to go back to the emergency room so she can get stitches or something. She'll be there for hours. I seriously hate that dog right now, and you can bet that I'm not going anywhere near him ever again.
I seriously hope that when I go to the Renaissance Faire, it doesn't turn out to be a disaster like everything else has. I guess I really shouldn't hold my breath though. Something always goes wrong.
UPDATE: Mom is fine. She had 3 stitches and her hand is all wrapped up in gauze. She's furious about the dog (don't really blame her there) and my grandparents are sorry about it. Mom refuses to go to the party on Saturday, so now it's just probably going to be me and my sister, who is only 18 and was told (BY MY MOTHER) that she could drink as long as she wasn't so drunk she fell over the fence. She'll be the designated driver too. Long story short, FML. My family is painfully annoying and I want a new one.