I maintain that my mother's side of the family is batshit crazy. Luckily, my father was an ocean of sanity. I believe that I managed to escape the crazy (except for my paranoia...I'm convinced that there are security cameras in all elevators regardless if you can see them or not).
Currently, two of my aunts are not speaking to each other.
Did one spread nasty rumors about the other?
Did one steal from the other?
No, because that would make too much sense.
One aunt said she would bring potato salad to a cookout. She did not. The other aunt is so enraged that she refuses to speak to aunt number one.
They're all batshit crazy.
Friday, March 23, 2007
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