I feel everyone has that one Aunt that drives them crazy.
Well, I am no exception to this rule.
My Aunt Margaret is the funniest yet weirdest woman I know. She is certainly the life of the party wherever she goes. As a child, I used to love to go to her house because she would basically let us kids do whatever my associate and I wanted as long as my associate and I weren’t getting into trouble or bothering her. It wasn’t till I was in my twenties that my Aunt entirely started to drive me insane. When I moved out and got married, Aunt Margaret insisted on visiting me every Sunday and Tuesday whether I agreed to it or not. By far, the most annoying thing that she did was mess with my temperature control. No matter what I had the temperature set to in my house, she had to change it. The first time she did it, I had the temperature set to seventy degrees, and she changed it to eighty. I didn’t even realize it until she had already went home, and our house felt very warm. She did the same thing whenever she rode with me in the car. I would have the air conditioner set at a certain temperature, and she constantly had to adjust it. One time, it was the dead of winter, and, of course, I had the heat on, however she insisted that it was too sizzling in the car, and she turned the heat completely off with both me and my two year aged in the car. Even with all her crazy ways, I can’t help but love crazy aged Aunt Margaret.