I think 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 guy I know. She is certainly the life of the party wherever he goes. As a child, I used to appreciate to go to his home because he would basically let us kids do whatever we wanted as long as we weren’t getting into trouble or bothering her. It wasn’t till I was in my twenties that my Aunt genuinely started to drive me insane. When I moved out and got married, Aunt Margaret insisted on going to see me every Monday and Tuesday whether I agreed to it or not. By far, the most aggravating thing that he did was mess with my thermostat. No matter what I had the temperature set to in my house, he had to change it. The first time he did it, I had the temperature set to seventy degrees, and he changed it to eighty. I didn’t even realize it until he had already went home, and our home felt certainly warm. She did the same thing whenever he rode with me in the car. I would have the air conditioning set at a certain temperature, and he consistently had to adjust it. One time, it was the dead of winter, and, of course, I had the heat on, even though he insisted that it was too warm in the car, and he turned the heat completely off with both me and my two year old in the car. Even with all his crazy ways, I can’t help however appreciate silly old Aunt Margaret.