So, I don't know if I've said this on here yet, but...I moved in with my grandma last week. I'm not really lovin' it. So, for the past 2 days, I've stayed at my aunt's condo with her and my cousin. It's been better. Hot, but better. Sane people to talk to is always a bonus, right?

Anyway....it's late, and so this might not make much sense. But I was talking to my aunt yesterday. She told me that my grandma is crazy (the one that I don't live with) (I already knew this.) You see, said grandma, has a lot of money. Once upon a time, my grandpa was an accountant. He knew how to budget money really well. He and grandma bought crazy amounts of stock for their 3 kids, and what would be grandkids. Grandma has been saving money, and has...who knows how many millions of dollars. Growing up, grandma would pay for my aunt from Seattle, and my aunt from Wyoming to drive near our house, and we would spend a week together, and we'd swim, and have a huge-a birthday bash for all of her descendants. It was fun, and there are many great memories swimming and playing with my cousins. And then, when I was 9, she took us on a cruise to the Bahamas. And again when I was 12, and then we spent some time in Jackson Hole, and then last summer, we went to Hawaii together. Each vacation, she promises it's the 'last big one'. So yeah, grandma's rich.

Grandma's also mean. Apparently she paid for my dad, and my aunt in Seattle to have burial plots. But...not my aunt in Wyoming. Her daughter is going to school somewhere else, and so they're staying in a condo that my grandma bought, but doesn't know about. Because she gave my Aunt money, and told her buying a condo would be a waste of money. So what did she do? Bought a condo. It's been a good thing, because she brought me two huge baskets filled with goodies, and took me to lunch and a movie twice last semester.

She's always been my favorite aunt, and I'm not just saying that because she said she would let me come over and sleep in her condo whenever I want, or because she gave me presents. I think it's because, when I was younger, and we'd visit her in Wyoming, she would let us eat ice cream for breakfast. On top of our pancakes. And that's something my mom never let us do. They always tasted better. It might also be because her kids were my age, and we were besties growing up. We were such great friends. And I have vivid memories of us at their house sliding down their stairs with all the sleeping bags, blankets and pillows that they owned. I loved going to Wyoming.

Another reason why she's my favorite aunt, is because we relate so well to each other. Yesterday, she told me about how grandma asked her what she wanted, and she said the hot tub. Grandma wrote it down, and two weeks later, sold the hot tub because she thought my aunt 'couldn't afford it'. She also told me that my aunt in Seattle has always been the favorite child. She always did things right, and my other aunt, couldn't do anything right.

Today, I was telling her about DOS, and how frustrating she is sometimes. She told me that her husband, doesn't usually pick up on people's personalities very well, but he has said more then once that he doesn't think he could be around DOS for very long, because she's really moody. She told me that they weren't supposed to have favorites, but I have always been their favorite. Ever since they first met me. I was in shock... I never thought I was a 'favorite' of anyone other then probably BestFriend and my little brother.

Let's just say...she's getting a very nice mother's day present from me on Sunday.