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Well, my mother has called me a lot of things, but today she called me a PARTY-POOPER!!

Can you believe it? A party-pooper. Me???

See, my cousin is having a party and we're supposed to write down something funny we remember about this particular cousin and someone else is going to read them to her. Well, for one thing, I can't think of anything funny. So I get this email from my mom telling me where to email my funny story and since I can't think of anything, I ignored it. So today, she asks "Did you write down your funny story and send it?" at which point I said "No, and I think it is the utmost in bad manners that someone would obligate their guests so."

Then she called me a PARTY-POOPER!

humph.

See, my cousin is having a party and we're supposed to write down something funny we remember about this particular cousin and someone else is going to read them to her.

Oh please. Who's the poop-head that thought that up? I HATE stuff like that.

Why can't they just let our families be dysfunctional and grumpy and let us get on with life? We're going to a family reunion of all my cousins in a couple of weeks. But we're not going until after my son's football game on Saturday and we're leaving first thing Sunday morning. My aunt wants us all to go to church together on Sunday, but we're leaving. I left that church in 1984 because it was a cult. (It's a vey long and vey series story...). That Pastor has since passed away (mainly because he waited to late to see the doctor about what turned out to be colon cancer). I'll go back for a family funeral. But I won't go back just because I'm in town.

I'm already mad at my sister, who lives in the home-town. She bounced the reunion from Columbus Day Weekend (you know the three-day weekend) until the 19th so her husband wouldn't be working while everyone was in town. HE WORKS THE DANG 7-3 SHIFT!!!!!! Arrrghhh!

Have some catnip tea 2J and tell your Mom and cousin to poop on somebody else's parade.

I can't wait to hear what your Mom will say about Entmoot...