Okay I'm back now, finally. Of course it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be (never is really), but still, not favorite trip in the world. Luckily the people we stayed with weren't too, er, rural, even though I found out their last name is Hickson. He he. Their house is huge with a million doors that you get lost in easily. Um, what else. Oh! The lake was fun. I drove around on those wave runner things. And then I drove the motor boat which is much harder than it looks. And I hate tennessee accents. They mumble at the end of their sentences then sorta get annoyed if you ask them to repeat themselves. And my sister's friend's mother's brother is also annoying. He kept asking me if I wanted to do this or that and I'd be like no not now or maybe later or something and he'd ask me again like two seconds later. Finally because he was so rude and obnoxious I was rude and obnoxious back, but being clueless he didn't get it. And my mom knew I was rude so she gave me The Look. Hmph. Enough of that. I hate wasps.