[Corin Stormhands]

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...

[2Jedismom]

Thank you, Corin! I am very grumpy about it. And that's not all. My brother is all the time sending my kids gifts on their birthdays...now that's ok, but I don't recall ever getting gifts from my uncles. And anyway, they have plenty of spending money and it's no big deal for them. But then my mom says "Are you getting so-n-so (his daughter) a gift?" and I say "I'm not planning on it." and she gets all huffy and says "He got your kids a gift." Well, for one thing, I can't buy anything for them that they'd like unless it comes from like Laura Ashley or something. And another thing...they barely know me! I'm the AUNT for crying in your soup, and I live a long way off!

[JenB]

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 might explain certain religious war experiences? "Once bitten twice shy"?