I hate the holidays. For most families its a joyus time for sharing, and spending time with loved ones. For my family, its all about the fighting. Its not even Thanksgiving Day yet, and my mom has started crying, my dad has yelled at me to do something 5 times, and my brother has decided to bring his daughter to our house.
Every year we have to try and keep my mother from freaking out. Nothing ever helps, and she always ends up crying, screaming, and throwing stuff. Every year David retreats to the comfort of his room, and leaves me to deal with it by myself. If my sister has done anything smart in her life, its this, she hasn't been around for Thanksgiving for 5 years running. She's lucky she dosn't have to deal with it.
In lighter news, we beat Mr. Polson in Trivial Persuit yesterday, he says it was a tie, but WE got our piece of the pie WAY before he did, so we technally won the game. I think that was the funnest day in his class in a long time. Which reminds me, I have this really awesome friend named Kenneth, and he is in that class. Happy now, Kenneth? lol
My cat damn near caught a mouse a little while ago. It was funny, because he tried to get under the couch, and he is WAY too fat to fit under there. I congratulated him by telling him he almost did good, not quite, but almost.
Well, THEY are yelling at me again. Gotta go do an obscene amount of unnecessary work.
Unhappy holidays to everybody.
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