Two days until Thanksgiving with the fam.
Be still my excited little heart.
There is nothing I enjoy more than spending the better part of the day not smacking the fucking piss out of someone that happens to have the same genes or was stupid enough to marry into a family that possesses said dysfunctional genes.
Smile, smile...yes, these pototoes are the best ever. (Especially the black lumps throughout) nod nod....no we haven't heard that story...(at least in the last 365 days). Chuckle chuckle....what a good one. (you don't really tell that shit to people that actually don't feel obligated to laugh, do you?)
Fuck...I am in no mood. Do doctor's write notes to get out of family obligations?
What if I offer a significant bribe? Guess I can't compete with the bribes the drug companies shell out so I guess I am stuck.