Back from the Dead

Hey! I just got back from vacation and I’m tired! The trip wasn’t too eventful, except for a few oddities that made me laugh.
The first night we stopped in Georgia we saw a cat being dive-bombed by a Mockingbird. The kitty didn’t really care much. I slept on the floor for the majority of the trip, it wasn’t too uncomfortable.
While in Pennsylvania we visited my cousin and her kid, Alex. He’s only 3 and a half, and the kid needs Riddlin badly. They live out in the country and there are horses, owned by their land lord, next door. We were looking at them and I accidentally electrocuted him on the electric fence (just a small shock to his mouth is all; it wasn’t the first time he had done it.)
At the hotel we were staying at, the cabinet door kept opening by itself, and if you looked closely you could see a cute little face in the grain of the wood; My aunt insisted that it was a ghost. I think it was because it was on a slant and the magnet fell off.
We stayed at my grandma’s house in New York (which hasn‘t been lived in for about 5 years). All the stuff is so old that, while cooking spaghetti , my dad went to turn off the stove burner and the knob fell off; needless to say, my sister and I laughed hysterically. The weather was so nice compared to Florida, I was sad to return. I would sit on the porch reading or writing almost everyday. One of those days, while I was writing, I looked up because a car was coming. A black bird was standing in the road and it went to fly away, but didn’t make it and it got hit by the car. It jerked around for a moment and then it died. Its buddy flew down from the tree and sat with it for about an hour until a car parked close by.
We bought lots for Fireworks going up from South Of The Border so that we could set them off with my uncle for the 4th of July. Of course, fireworks are illegal in New York. If the cops saw anyone with a New York license plate going to or from a known fireworks shop, they would track them back home. My uncle’s friend went out of state and bought some, and while driving home he realized he was being followed. So he went back to the shop and asked if the sails guy could hold them, that he was being track. Of course the guy said no problem, and my uncle’s friend went home to find the police in his yard. They searched his car and when they didn’t find anything they asked “where’s the fireworks?” and he just replied “what fireworks?” The cops were pissed. Later on, he rented a car and picked up the fireworks.
We visited all my uncles and cousins and had a bar-B-Q almost every night. I never want another hamburger again for at least a year or two.
Coming home, we almost got smashed by a Semi, that was cool. In Virginia I saw a car with Alucard from Hellsing painted on the side. It was freaking awesome. We also saw a car with Transformer stickers, but it wasn’t as cool. We stopped at South Of The Border again and got more fireworks and I got to call my buddy, cuz it was her b-day, while buying explosives.

And during all this stuff, in order to quell my boredom in all those hours of driving, I made a list documenting all the road kill I saw as well as some other items.

Armadillo: 3
Cardboard box: 7
Tires: too numerous to count (I stopped on the second day on # 302)
Deer: 6
Squirrel: 7
Dead traffic cone: 2
Sign: 1
Bird: 3
Shirt:4
Something blue: 1
Ground hog: 8
Raccoon: 3
Rope: 1
Bag of clothes: 1
Bunny: 1
Wild pig: 2
Turtle: 2
M.B.R. (a.k.a. mutilated beyond recognition): 38

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