This is grate!

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

I have just started the blog again; I wrote it a first time but I’m feeling rather listless, as I said to my family to a chorus of mocking “melancholy sigh”.

I really shot myself in the foot there.

Anyway, my first blog was very spiritless and ultimately not a fun read, so here goes round 2!

I woke up this morning in a less terrifying way than just having Lily stand over me. It was just Allegra saying “rumple, time to get up!” And then “put your hands in the air”. So, in my fatigued state, I did put my hands in the air, and Allegra laughed because she had apparently just done the same to Tate.

Anyway.

(Side note, mum just made me turn down my sad boi music :( what am I to do?)

Anyway, they tried to get me to do sport but I really wasn’t feeling it, and today I did not cave under the wheedling and insults! Yay me and perseverance!

Instead I happily enjoyed an açai bowl that I made (I say açai bowl- that is simply the closest descriptor. It is literally greek yoghurt and granola and cherry. So.)

During breakfast, dad needles me about having called him out for thievery in yesterday’s blog- which is something he did! I am the one who made the Apollogise joke, Lily said “it sounds like a title of dad’s blog”, and dad said “no, because I only put funny stuff in my blog”.

And then they both laughed at me. I made my peace with it; I am not the funny one of the family, it’s true, I am used to it.

But then he used it in his blog, and was even commended for it!!! And like, I’m not just going to let that slide.

I felt the rage of all my female ancestors who have suffered a MAN stealing THEIR WORK so. Yeah. Obviously I was gonna call him out. Even if it was only over a simple joke. That’s where it starts, but soon enough he’ll just be copy and pasting my blog to his site if I don’t put a stop to this folly.

Brief moment over.

Lily and I joked about how I’m “a goofball” because I made some jokes in my blog yesterday and I kept writing “teehee”. I replied, “you can’t take me a n y w h e r e”

We laughed.

Mum and dad announced that we were leaving in an hour and a half, so naturally I read my book for about forty minutes. But when mum’s evil eye started getting a little too intense, I did get up and get ready.

Mum smiled happily.

Surprisingly, in a feat that no one expected the Simpsons to be able to do, we did make it to the car before our hour and a half was up!!

*pauses for applause*

Thank you, thank you. Anyway, as we took off in our lil car, Deniece Williams “Let’s hear it for the boy” came on.

Lily massacred that song. She knows the words, but somehow she got basically every single one wrong. It was like a feat of nature, or perhaps divine intervention that was preventing her from getting a single line right.

I was almost impressed, I have to say.

As we drifted through the greek countryside, bop after bop came on. “I know what you did last summer” by Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello played, leading to a discussion on how they should have been endgame, and how the song could have been about a murder.

Anyway.

Demeter’s temple was actually pretty cool. If you know me, you know I love history, archeology, mythology etc, so I was rather happy to be there. I couldn’t understand why some parts looked brand new- I formes a few theories but the museum offered no insight.

It was really cool though.

After that, we drove up to a little town and had a wander around looking for a bakery/restaurant. We passed an abundance of the latter, but we weren’t really feeling it, so we headed back to the car after a brief stop in the one bakery to get some snacks for later.

They were cinnamonish biscuits, but they did look like poops. So we referred to them as poops.

Ladies and gents, come to Ruby’s Blog if you’re looking for the height of highbrow humour!

We then had a stroll around another town, at which point Allegra said that mum had a “horizontal butt” that was the “biggest on planet earth” but “in a good way”.

I don’t think mum took offence, in any case I did ask if I could write about it on the blog, to which she grudgingly agreed.

Never let it be said that you don’t get full transparency on this blog I guess!

We eventually found a place to stop for lunch, and they had a very cute isolated six seat table sort of across the street, under a tree, and so we sat there.

However, we were under a fig tree which had cheese graters hanging on it. This was not good.

It lead to jokes. “This is grate!” “You should be grateful” and the like.

Our jokes could have been feta, to brie honest.

Hihi!

But it did make us think of A Marvelous Christmas and the Egg Yokes. So. It wasn’t all bad.

During lunch, mum and dad launched a Serious Discussion™️ about our attitudes and Greece and activities and stress.

As we are all unserious people who can’t deal with criticism (yes, this is a character flaw, we know) we made quite a few jokes as well.

Anyway.

Since we were under a tree, cicadas were rife. And soon enough, we began to hear an annoying high-pitched whine nearby. We noticed a cicada sitting on a branch right over Tate’s head. She began to truly panic at this, and lay on the side, began like, fake-panic-crying.

We all sort of ignored it for as long as we could, until dad took pity, and in a move that terrorised us all, he stood and swiped it off the branch.

We all feared that it would fall on us, so we sort of screamed, but after a couple of loops, it flew away.

The annoying whine didn’t leave though… that was Allegra’s talking.

Just kidding just kidding.

After a couple of fun rounds of “we are young” and raising the closest thing, we said goodbye to the restaurant and made our way back to the car.

I swindled my way at into the middle seat, whereas by rights it was Tate’s turn. I stoically ignored her heartbroken look as I jerked my head to the back of the car, but I came clean to everyone as soon as we started driving, plagued by my wrongdoings.

They could not forgive me, as they shouldn’t. Tate’s puppy dog eyes still echo in my soul.

Anyway.

The rest if the day was rather uneventful. We made it to the same beach as two days ago, my sisters and I went into the water which was very choppy with the wind. We reprised our game of “wheee” in the waves, and if you bend one leg when you jump it feels like you’re Peter Pan. I really do recommend.

Allegra kept trying to see if any of the windsurfers were good looking, going in about blond hair and biceps or whatever.

It was quite funny.

And then my sisters tanned a little to dry off, but I find tanning to be boring sometimes so instead I just let my towel billow in the wind and I felt like a superhero, so that was also quite fun. Again, I recommend.

We drive home soon enough, stopped briefly at the supermarket, and then everyone went to hang by the pool of our house.

I read a lot, so did Lily, and Allegra after she got out. Tate chose to tan as my parents did lengths.

And then it was back inside to pack a little since we have an early start tomorrow.

Or at least, mum did.

After that preemptive organisation, we chilled outside, not much going on. I think we were all rather tired already.

At some point I asked mum for a biscuit, at which point she evil-eyed me intensely, and said “only if you call it by its proper name!” Which I had forgotten, until she showed me the shape, and I remembered. “Ah yes. Sh*ts,” I said, at which point mum nodded, placated, and handed me the poop.

I later got out stuff to make toasties, or in my case, a sandwich, and Lily and I discussed whether the twins were crazy because if their age, their generation, or because they were twins.

Results: inconclusive.

Anyway.

Perhaps we all partake in the crazy, because as we judged Tate’s outfit it was concluded that she looked like “a boat boy selling lemons”, at which point Tate stood up and joyously proclaimed, “one dollar a lemon, ding ding ding!”

We laughed.

And finally for tonight I should mention that Allegra said “chicken chicken winner dinner” and not winner winner chicken dinner, which I find objectively hilarious.

But yeah! I then say down to write the blog as the twins learnt some dance, Lily watched har favourite youtubers, and so was life.

I was feeling well tired and a lil melancholy as you do on occasion so I was listening to sad music. As you do.

But yeah! Now I am feeling more energetic but sadly it is close to midnight. So.

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
Bye family!!!Baca lagi