My mother thought we should bond. Yes, I am entirely serious. Apparently Oregon wasn't enough, so I was kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken away to my Grandmother's house.

Oregon was a pleasure cruise compared to that.

Race, I'm coming round to annoy you, and steal your food. My Grandmother apparently doesn't belive in it.

Well, I'm back from Oregon. Where there was nothing to do. Seriously, who picks Oregon as a holiday destination?

This is such a stupid idea, I feel like I'm talking to myself. Whatever, this is lame.