I wish I could deal with family relations by A)running away B) stuffing my fingers in my ears and humming loudly C)getting some serious firepower and taking out my problems.
But I can't run because I have no money, I can't ignore them because they're all whining too loud to ignore, and the last one is terribly illegal in most civilized regions of this planet.
SO, I have to complain about it to someone, and unfortunately my blog readers are the targets. Sorry, all three of you.
I have a party to go to this weekend. Thrillsville. Grandma has been playing the anemia and chocolate allergy card for a couple of weeks now-I can't WAIT to hear what symptoms she's come up with this time.
Speaking of chocolate, my sister made truffles yesterday and they're sitting on the counter across from me. I'm SUCH a sucker. Excuse me.
Back now. I wouldn't last long under torture with a plate of chocolate truffles in front of my nose.
Anyway, back to what I was saying-this party this weekend is going to be a nightmare, so I'm taking lots of stuff to keep myself distracted so I don't suffer.
Mom's peeling potatoes for some reason, so I should go help.
Ta,
Bec
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