That sounds like the first line of a really bad country song, doesn't it? Anyway, phone currently sitting on my cousin's desk. Damn. My cousins = still awesome. There's one who's pretty much like a brother to me who I find the easiest person to talk to in the entire world, even if our conversations tend to degenerate into 'I jumped off a bridge!' 'well I jumped off of aunt Bess' house!' '...I have a harpoon gun!'

The entire weekend was spent with everyone putting their feet in their mouths regarding my aunt's husband's death, & their son's wedding, including 'what was the score, John?' after a conversation about how we were almost expecting John to walk through the door, & my uncle's comment on his new car. 'I'm saving this for births, marriages & deaths :D ...D:'

ILmy uncle. Especially when he decides that what the sunburned bull needs is a horse blanket. Really, how did he expect us to get it on its back?

Also, John Terry having to be lead off the field crying is hilarious.