family

If I ever write a book about my family I am going to call it “Two Tanks
of Gas and a Handful of Xanax” – because that is what you need to get
through a weekend with them. It isn’t that I despise the whole family
thing – just a few of them. They seem to make the visits stressful and
annoying. There are few groovy people in our gene pool that I dig
hanging about with. I wish those groovy ones would come and see us more
often but I understand their schedules are pretty stretched to the
limit. It should would be nice to have time with them without hearing
about, dealing with or seeing the shitheads of the family. Ah well– we
are home now and I have added the missing days of the pic-of-the-day
page.