Yesterday, I had to go sit at the hospital for about 2 hrs. We were having X-rays done. After that we went over to Bob Evans for lunch. My aunt called while we were there and said she had got all her photo albums out and wanted us to stop by. After we ate we went over to her house. We went through a crap load of pictures. I took out all the ones I want to make copies of. I had never seen my great great grandparents before and she had one. It's not in the best shape so I'm hoping they can restore it a little. It was nice going down the family tree. I took one of my papa and all his brothers and sisters. This was all on my mom's side of the family. My dad doesn't have any of his side so I'm thinking about calling his sister and seeing if she can't send me some. I'd like to find some of my home town and what it looked like back when my mom was little. She says a lot has changed. Hell, the house I grew up in use to be a little tiny store. Anyways, I just thought it was neat. So on with the day. We get back home and Clinton calls. Out of the blue he asks me what I'm doing on the 27th. I told him I had no idea. He wanted me to go to Vegas with him and a few friends. (Friends I haven't spoke to since our divorce) I'm dumbfounded by all this and ask if he's drunk. He says no. So I tell him no that I can't go but it was very nice of him to ask. Kinda weird, huh. My life can't just be normal, grr. I think that's about it. Nothing happened today. BORING BORING BORING