I have been kinda busy the last few days with beaver day and Harry Potter day both on Saturday. I did not sleep at all on saturday night, I just read straight through and then finished up on sunday. It was just as wonderful as the others but I hate reading stuff like this because I know as I am reading that as soon as I get to page 870 I will be done and have to wait a Very long time until I get any more info. The problem with this is that in the interrum, I am making up various scenarios and directions for plot and so by the time I do get to read the next one I will have all of these silly theories that I want to test. I will not write them here just yet because I don't want to spoil the book for anyone who hasn't stayed up and read it all night. I will just say that I am angry that _____ is dead and that I understand how important it was for the plot but I am still angry. I also want to say that if I have to wait as long for the next one as I had to wait for this one I am going to have to get a posse together and go to scotland and help her write the damn book or at least bully her into telling me where she wants to go with it.

There. I feel better now.

In other news. Still no names for the babies--- oh wait. That isn't really news. Beaver day was fun. The wedding had about four inches of mud and my mom's car is still covered from roof to tires.

Last night we went to visit my father's cousins. It is hard to remember that the two really old ladies are his first cousins when their children (my second cousins) are his age. Their children are about my age (my first cousins once removed) but I am afraid that I wouldn't know them if I fell over them. They are going to ESU and I vaugely recall what they look like (kinda like my uncle Phil). It was pretty easy to tell that my dad's 1st cousin once removed was related becaus he looks just like uncle Phil too. Must be a Winters thing. It was a lot of fun because the younger of Dad's two cousins, Carol, and her husband are both into geneology and so are we so we had a lot of silly stories to swap. We also brought some Photos for Carol and Joyce to look at and see if they can label. Unfortunately they didn't know too many-- most of them it seems are from Gramma's side. We will have to ask Ruby (my gramma's friend who is at least ten years older than God) or Harry and Albena, my dad's Uncle and Aunt.

Still other news that isn't really-- I need to pack. Badly. And I don't want to. At All. Feh on packing.