5 reason I love my family of origin. . .
Because they get on your career-case about why you are not moving to Haiti to open a free clinic.
Because instead of sending a "happy holidays" card they send long transcripts of bizarre nightmares that include horrors like waking up in a tract house in Pasadena that smells of old lady perfume.
Because my 87-year-old grandma always has a perfect pedicure and a cute boyfriend.
Because my mother, knowing there are an awful lot of Republicans sitting around the table, insists on playing "Kill the Infidels" at Thanksgiving dinner.
Because they praise me and think I'm really smart when I know what day it is.
Because instead of sending a "happy holidays" card they send long transcripts of bizarre nightmares that include horrors like waking up in a tract house in Pasadena that smells of old lady perfume.
Because my 87-year-old grandma always has a perfect pedicure and a cute boyfriend.
Because my mother, knowing there are an awful lot of Republicans sitting around the table, insists on playing "Kill the Infidels" at Thanksgiving dinner.
Because they praise me and think I'm really smart when I know what day it is.
posted by Contact at 5:41 PM
2 Comments:
Your family definitely rocks harder than mine.
My mother and stepfather were actual front-row-seat, frantically clapping members of the audience on one of Rush Limbaugh's TV shows.
My father came to my wedding reception, told me my grandmother had died two weeks prior, and left.
My brother is in trouble with the law for fraudulent Beanie Baby sales on Ebay. Now that's just sad. At least fraudulently sell something COOL, dude!
Fraudelent Beanie Baby sales on Ebay?! That is most most excellent. You should be a country singer fer sure. That rocks exponentially harder than mine.
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