aikaterine

My parents always feels the need to bring up depressing stuff on holidays.

My mom asked me if I was into holidays and traditions. I said, "No, I'm not religious, and I don't really like the United States." She got mad at me.,

Then she started talking about one Thanksgiving at our old house when she asked everyone what they were thankful for. Apparently I said I was thankful for my sister getting married so I could be in here wedding. So then my dad has to bring up what a loser my sister's first husband was and how he screwed our family up.

Then he leaps into: "I am thinking about having my stomach stapled. I am addicted to sex, so I am thinking about having my penis stabled to the side of my leg."

Now a friend is regaling me with tales of his ex-girlfriend's father lighting himself and the house on fire, killing himself and the girl's mother.

It's snowing. I like snow, but it is accumulating. Goodbye parking on the street; hello having to bribe the Catholic Church to let me park in their lot.

What an odd day.