My birthday started with my grandparents coming up to our house. we sat down to delicious dinner of burritos when my mom promptly dug into my grandpa’s thumb using nothing but tweezers and a nail clipper. Whilst we are wondering what in the hell is happening here. We got over our shock and started serving up birthday cake when my mom started talking about shoving a gloved hand up a cow’s rear. By this point I’m starting to seriously wonder who the crazy one is.