Scene: Sunday 1:30pm in my living room:
WB: I don’t want to go.
Me: Suck it up. They are family and it will only be five hours out of your life.
Cue floppy fish imitation and high pitched whining.
WB: But I don’t want to!!!
Me: Until you’ve been tortured for 39 years by these people you have nothing to complain about. Now shut it and finished getting dressed.
Scene: 20 minutes later in the kitchen.
Me: What are you doing having a beer?!?!
WB: Liquid courage baby. You want some?
Me: Get in the damn car you asshat.
Scene: 2 hours later in my sister’s kitchen.
WG: Why does that one man keep referring to you as the bad daughter?
My Sis: Did you want me to top up your wine Josie?
Me: He’s old and senile WG. Just ignore him and go play with the other kids.
My Sis: *snort* He’s 52 hon.
Me: He’s an inbred.
My Sis: He’s family. I’m sorry this is so hard on you.
Me: Hey no worries. My self esteem hasn’t taken a good beating in awhile. I was due.
Scene: 90 min later; heard thru my sister’s kitchen window.
WB: where’s Mom?
My Sis: Out on the deck with a bottle of wine and Ed’s cigarettes.
WB: I told her to drink nefore we came. I’m so going away next year.
My Sis: No. We’re just not inviting these people again.
Me from outside: Can I eat out here? I’m kind of done hearing how I shamed the family by having a child out of wedlock 181/2 f*&^ing years ago.
Scene: 2 hours later, my living room.
Me: Gah that was horrid.
WG: Your family isn’t very friendly to you. What’s up with that?
Me: They are not family hon. They are an obgligation.
WB: An obligation that needs to be either neutered or killed off. Care for a drink?