Oh please! Stop being afraid of cicadas! There are much more important things to be afraid of! They have ugly little red eyes and orange wings. So what? Yesterday I went shopping and had to sit there holding one in my hand because there were two little old women afraid it was going to bite them. I found out that when you hold down on it's head gently it starts to make that chirpy noise.
I don't like how things are getting blown out of proportion about Mam. She's annoying, but that doesn't mean it's okay to be outside all day long sitting on the porch. It's not okay to be out there until you wind up with skin cancer or end up really sick because of the heat. Honestly sometimes I think Dad's brain is boiling out there. You should hear how he's talking lately. Um it sounds mean but if you were here you would understand. I don't like Mam always talking about my cousing and bragging about her, but I don't think it's okay to completely ignore her like that.
Now look. I didn't tell my sister Mam 'hated' her and her children. I know, as well as everyone else that she dislikes it when she brings them over here. Dad doesn't like it either. It's just that her kids are more of a handful and get into things and like to yell and scream and fight. I myself need to know before she brings them over so I can get some rest and clear things out of the way that I don't want them touching. But no, she takes it the wrong way and thinks Mam hates her. No one said that. Wow. What I hate is being the one that is stuck babysitting these three kids as everyone else gets to relax. Then I get told to take them outside, even if it's cold and there's three feet of snow on the ground. Marley doesn't like being in the snow. They all want attention at the same time and will do anything to get it.
