Gotta love the holidays with office parties, friend parties and the ever-dreaded family parties. Must we continue to torture ourselves? Slow, excruciating death by family rears its ugly head and we just sit back and ride the miserable wave.
Being married to a man whose family hails from rural West Virginia, I'm always in awe of the products of a family tree with no branches - Cousin Kermit, straight from prison, Uncle Ralph, released from the mental institution on a one-day pass.
Like lambs to the slaughter, we line up to get a serving of Grandma Bertha's corn casserole which may or may not have poisoned Grandpa Howard last year.
Well - best of luck to you all as you trek through the muck of dysfunctional family functions. May the force be with you!
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