Lets see, my mom comes in my house the other day from Christmas shopping, and let me quote her first sentence to myputer and I. "If I don't *beeping* kill somebody this *beeping* holiday season it will be a *beeping* miracle!" :Q
And then, on Christmas Eve, when the choirs are singing of the Lords birth, there will be my mom, baking a pie. And something would go wrong, either my brother and I would start fighting over something stupid, or we would break something. And it would start. "Thats it, next year I am not celebrating the holidays! Merry *beeping* Christmas to you all!" And she would then proceed to storm out of the room for a while, while we hid in fear, and my dad threatened us, because he knew she was gonna yell at him for the way his damn kids acted.
Then there is my aunt, who would lovingly threaten to throw hot tea in your face if you so much as looked at her wrong, and my cousin, who never fails to inform us what a bunch of dysfunctional *beeps* we are, as she sits there with her arms crossed over her six breasts. And no, that cousin is not myputer, believe it or not.
And my brother, who is 33 and mentally retarded. He does a rousing rendition of Batman kicking the Jokers ass in the middle of dinner, and does every role himself. Nothing like bringing your boyfriend home to meet the family, and have your older brother run up to him "Take that you evil Joker! BIFF, BAM, POW!"
Most of them have mellowed now though, and we usually have some good holidays together. And I want to say, I love them all, very very much. But I am not the only one with these kind of memories at the holidays, right? Right?
And then, on Christmas Eve, when the choirs are singing of the Lords birth, there will be my mom, baking a pie. And something would go wrong, either my brother and I would start fighting over something stupid, or we would break something. And it would start. "Thats it, next year I am not celebrating the holidays! Merry *beeping* Christmas to you all!" And she would then proceed to storm out of the room for a while, while we hid in fear, and my dad threatened us, because he knew she was gonna yell at him for the way his damn kids acted.
Then there is my aunt, who would lovingly threaten to throw hot tea in your face if you so much as looked at her wrong, and my cousin, who never fails to inform us what a bunch of dysfunctional *beeps* we are, as she sits there with her arms crossed over her six breasts. And no, that cousin is not myputer, believe it or not.
Most of them have mellowed now though, and we usually have some good holidays together. And I want to say, I love them all, very very much. But I am not the only one with these kind of memories at the holidays, right? Right?