Can I get a shout out from the family b*tchs?  We all know who we are because we’re usually the only people keeping it all together.  For our trouble we get people who treat us like crap one second and then come slinking around looking for a favor the next.   Aaarrrrggghhh!!!!!!!!  L

 

 

 

We went to an animal park today because we have relatives down from Indiana.  I took $80 for the four people in our car (my brothers, M. & I).  When we got to the entrance, Tina tells me that I’m paying for everyone (9 adults & 1 child) because she ran out of cash and was supposed to pay for it.  This left me with $8 (barely enough to buy a drink at most of these places…no souvenirs or fun for sure).  I was PISSED.  Mainly because, Tina hadn’t bothered to tell me this (she had 2 days to tell me and knew I was stopping for cash because I wasn’t going to carry any cards with me…all she had to do was tell me).  M. and I stayed as far away from everyone as possible because if I’d been over there I’d have knocked her block off.  Therefore, I’m the b*tch in this equation.  All of us were starving because we hadn’t eaten much for breakfast and didn’t get home until 3:30 pm, but that makes me the family b*tch. 

 

Every time this part of the family visits, I end up blowing a gasket.  For one thing, they are incredibly annoying to me.  I’m totally a Type A personality.  I plan ahead, and I get the job done.  These people start talking about what they’re doing 2 days ahead of time and NEVER make a decision.  When I step in and make it for them?  I’m a b*tch.  It’s a personal fault and I get that.  But I just cannot stand to hem and haw about every little thing whining and standing still.  It takes a minimum of 3 hours to get them out the door (that’s if you’re lucky and they’re in a hurry).  If I didn’t push them, they wouldn’t leave the house until 5pm (if I push they might get moving by 2pm).  I’m sure I annoy the hell out of them too which is why every time I find out they’re planning a visit I start praying they’ll change their mind.  I got a good two years in this time before they visited (last time, M. and I were about a week away from being formally engaged…they left me waiting in Walmart for 45 minutes while poor M. hiked 4 miles from his barracks in 100 degree heat just to meet us…and he was left waiting because they ditched me…yeah I freaked…and I’d do it again…it’s just plain thoughtless and that’s the nicest way I can put it).  I knew there was no hope they wouldn’t visit this time because they’d been promising the toddler they were bringing him here to see alligators for six months (don’t even get me started on him…he’s 3.5 yrs. old and not potty trained…he also takes off running blindly into parking lots and roads…they grab him and tell him “you’re so silly”…yeah…that’s one way to go…it’s really sad because I had him saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ in 10 seconds flat…he’s not beyond redemption).  It’s a nightmare and there ain’t enough Calgon in the world!

 

 

 

But M. had fun with the last $8.  He tried alligator meat for the first time and the rest of us shared the fries and coke…

 

 

Dave was keeping up a brave face.  Ok, so really I just owed him a decent pic after the bra-less fiasco.