He's Mad

I reckon the boyfriend is mad at me, sad but possibly true. Yesterday was Memorial Day. I baked all morning. I made brownies, cupcakes and chocolate chip cookies. I enjoyed making all these things. Then I went to my Aunt's house. It was pretty cool. We ate hot dogs and burgers, chicken, potato salad, rice, beans, corn on the cob, sausages. It was all very nice. My cousins were there, four out of six. There use to be five of us first cousins and our ages are in numerical order. I am the oldest, then the oldest boy from the two brothers, then Jinny, then my sister then the youngest brother who also happened to be the youngest out of us all until two Christmases ago. My uncle had a daughter Caira. She's alright I guess, saw her last summer. She likes to be loud and play and watch Dora. So yea, it was us four and two friends of my cousin and my aunt and uncle. It was cool. Talked, watched WMBA and a little tv. We went home then nothing, I didn't do anything, kept eating candy and started to read a book, which reminds me that I should start on my Goodreads account. Jinny left to see her friends and the rest is history. Called my boyfriend to tell him I love him, but he was busy with his friends. Called him later on when he got home but he got mad at me for not telling him what was wrong with fried pickles. I don't know how I feel about them, they're okay I guess, I don't know. I can't knock it until I tried it. So that was my Memorial Day. Much love, K