I can tell you first of all that they are. But our story beings just a few short hours ago.

You see my mom was being all emo because of family problems that she is the cause of so she has no right to be emo about them... but thats another story. So I thought going out to see a kids show with the part of my family that she didn't alienate by leaving my dad would be a good way to cheer her up so she would stop playing the bitch every time I talk to her. That was the intent anyway.

Anyway, that part is one of my sisters and her son. Who is autistic and prone to being a spaz. So we went to see planes and there was of course much inappropriate talking on his part, but honestly I just take it stoically at this point. Whats the point of getting mad at the kid really.

After the film we went to a superstore across the way. I do not enjoy shopping. So when I got the signals that that was what they were going to do I made my retreat to the parking lot to have a smoke. My sister came out early because my nephew was freaking out. He then proceeded being a spaz and eventually tried to run back into the store, past a bunch of cars trying to park almost getting hit in the process. So we crammed the crying kid in the car and took them home. To truly understand the hilarity one must also know the thin that he wanted so bad was super mario 64. Which unless we've got a time machine its not going to happen.

So then he realizes that he didn't have his mario toy. So then he goes on and on about mario being missing crying and trying to hit me and whine me into going back for this stupid toy for like 20 minutes. When he got out of the car he had apparently been sitting on it the whole time. THE WHOLE TWENTY MINUTE SCREAMING TIME <>

Even better yet, at my sisters house I discovered he had two of that particular toy. ><

Though as I've said I take all this stuff stoically. Honestly I would have just forgotten about the whole incident. Though that's not where our story ends. No it gets better. Somebody called the cops. Even took down my plate number. So they show up at my door a few minutes ago. I don't even live in the same city.

The cop goes on to explain what the call was about and bla bla bla... and apparently someone also thought I was drunk. So, I'm a drunk driver too. The cop being just a few feet from me could tell I had not touched a drop, but apparently I had my eyes closed and was swaying around. I apparently look drunk just hanging out in the parking lot. Yeah. That something to think about.

My eyes would have been almost closed due to my forgetting my sunglasses at home. I'm sorry the world is so damn bright... and the swaying... still not sure where that came from. Perhaps it was because I was not reacting to the kid spazzing out. BECAUSE IT WOULD DO NO FUCKING GOOD YOU DUMB BITCHES. A regular spazzing kid you cant to much about and an autistic one is worse. Especially one who wants something that they dont even sell anymore.

So, that's the story. I'm going to assume that they are going to show up at my sisters place. No wonder lethal cop shootings have gone up in Alberta. Everyone's lost their damn minds.