E.B.S. {{Extremely Bogus Situation}}: So my family decided to have the 4th of July on the 3rd.  Bear with me, I'm not being psychotic.  Under normal circumstances {{i.e. say Dad had to go fly on the 4th}}, this would be understandable, even embraced.  But no.  My aunt has plans with her boyfriend on the 4th.  So instead of just accepting the fact that she made alternative plans and dealing with it like a big girl {{she's the one who made said plans, after all}} suddenly we're grilling out and being happy like the Cleavers and accomodating her because she's already arranged to be elsewhere tomorrow.  I've missed, say, Memorial Day for the past three years due to the Renaissance Festival, which in my opinion is a far higher calling that some lousy date {{but I'm bitter and weird, so maybe that's what's talking}}.  Are we defrosting burgers on Tuesdays instead?  Um, no.  And I'm fine with that.  Because I chose to do something else, and since I chose to do that Something Else and physics will not allow us to be in two places at once, I "miss out," as it were.  That's a "consequence" or a "result" of my choice, and I live with it.  Some people, however, do not seem so capable of basic adult reasoning.  What the hell.  This is so screwed up.  That entire side of the family is screwed up.  Mental issues frickin' abound.

And they're leaving.  Thank God.

Sorry about that.  I just had to vent.  It might seem trivial, but I got really pissed off.  There's more where that came from, believe you me.  Like, headache-inducing amounts, et cetera.

So.... Um.... Happy Independence Day.  Early.
*Sparkler*