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Yesterday was my Great Uncle's funeral. It went over well. There was no service at the funeral parlor, just a viewing. They had a grave site funeral instead. I saw my cousins from Montana. One of them is taller than me. Granted, it's by like an inch, but the point remains. He's younger than me, too. Height complex? I dub thee current.

Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for the wake. Here's the thing about life: It's just like high school, no matter where you are. There are always the cliques. Like, I tried to talk with my cousins, but they pretty much kept to themselves. I didn't even speak to Guy at all, and he has a kid now!!! And then my other cousins were all hanging around themselves, and all that stuff. I basically stayed near my dad. It's just amusing, and a bit sad, to see the way that these things go. Cody, the one who is taller than me, apparently is coming down for the summer to help get the house in order to sell it. Maybe we'll hang out then.

He plays on a football team called like the Ore Miners or something. Ore Miners. Finally, a mascot crappier than the one we had in high school!!! Win!

We were hungry before the grave site service, so we went to Jack in the Box. I got a sausage biscuit with no egg. It sucked. The sausage that they use is vastly inferior to the one the arches use. Mmm.

Plus, that grave site preacher man would just not SHUT THE HELL UP!!!! He's the guy who married my parents, too. My dad was like 'I should go and punch that guy out for shackling me to your mother!'

This is why I love my daddy.