Sunday's doings

Sunday afternoon found us driving up to visit with Grandmama's brothers and sisters for her eldest brother's wife's ninety-fifth birthday. It was also his ninety-fifth birthday. In all manner of cheerfullness, we sang at the top of our lungs;

Here we go looby loo!
Here we go looby li!
Here we go looby loo!
All on a Saturday nigh'!

We stick our right foot in.
We stick our right foot out.
We give our right foot a shakety shake
And turn ourselves about.

laughing, all the way. After Little L asked where she learned that (she didn't learn it in church, did she?) we unanimously and silently decided to sing some hymns, and did so while I tried to keep myself from freaking out when Grandmama sped around curves and didn't put the brake on as we sailed down a steep hill. I almost choked when she went sixty miles an hour toward a red light. And I finally just looked at my lap, since I didn't want to see her driving so close to the yellow line.
 It's just me; I am extra nervous about driving. Partially because of Granddaddy.... but especially since I have started driving. It just freaks me out to see cars coming towards us, especially when we're going fast, and around a curve.
 The collection of old people was very interesting. We had to talk extra loud, granted, for the hearing impared gentlefolk, and we were strongly encouraged to go get seconds, thirds. They were trying to coerce us into eating more cake, but we couldn't; one small piece was good enough for me. I am not used to store-bought cake, and since the one lady tried to have me take the end piece(with tons of icing), it was especially sweet. Good, though. But the horseradish cheese was evil! Definately so. I nearly puked. It was just plain devil-fare. I can't believe they served it, and on a Sunday, too! It tasted sort of like mayonnaise and American cheese and sickly horseradish all conglomerated... I like a little bite to my food at times, but not that disgusting horrid stuff!!! I had the flavor in my mouth all night. Yuk. Really. Yuk.