Fire Island

Well, my grandparents refused to move to assisted living and have completely forgotten who I am, so I left. They have Comfort Keepers coming every day, Meals on Wheels Mondays through Fridays, and a Geriatric Care Consultant to oversee everything. I am trying to wash my hands of it all. And trying to remember my grandparents before they were suspicious, accusatory, rumor starting mean people. Hahaha. So in the mean time I am in Steamboat Springs, CO living with my Aunt Casey, Uncle Doug and Cousin Taylor. I have a room in the ridiculously nice basement. They have cable, wireless internet, and an ice maker in the fridge. The only downside is I don't know anybody here really, I don't have a job yet, and I have Fire Island by Fountains of Wayne stuck in my head perpetually. "Don't you remember, last December, when you went to Steamboat Springs." There is so much snow here! It is ridiculous. It is taller than me! (I know I am short, but it is still significant.) Oh, there is also a hot springs here. It is really nice and kinda smelly. Happy Groundhogs Day!