Where our heroine tries to escape, but fails & feels guilty
Well, I leave Pennsyltucky tomorrow morning to go back home to my blessed, snowy own Buffalo. It's been nice.... but I want to go home now. Please. Before I go completely crazy. How is it possible to truely love your family AND want to kill them and/or run far away from them at the same time?? OMG... these people are nuts.
My father won't stop whistling the theme from The Adams Family.
My parents have guilted me into cancelling almost all of my plans to visit with friends becuase I am clearly a hateful and ungrateful daughter who won't spend any time with them.
Both my parents have gotten more finicky and bitchy in thier older age, and now spend 90% of thier day snipping back & forth at each other. This was particularly fun last night, when we all went out to this tacky Italian-themed restaurant for my brother's birthday, and my parents got in one of thier snippy fights over whether or not the restaurant's bathroom decor was "obscene". SIGH. After dinner, I rode back in my brother's car, and when I asked him "are Mum & Dad getting crazier since I moved away?" he just started to laugh hysterically and said "You wouldn't think that was possible, but yes, yes they have gotten crazier."
SIGH.
SO......... to sum up. There's been a week full of whistling old tv theme songs, lots of good 'ol fashioned Irish Catholic guilt, AND I haven't been able to see any of my friends in town.
SIGH.
Next time I come back to Schnecksville for a visit, I'm just gonna stay at one of the brothers' places, and not even TELL the parents I'm in town. Okay, I can't REALLY do that, becuase they would kill me. Then make me feel ungrateful and guilty. Sigh. Stupid family.
ANYWAY.... aside from all of that, it's been a very nice visit. And I would very much like to go back home now.
:)
And, in conclusion, here is a picture of a Monkey riding a dog. YeeeeeeeeeeeeHAW!!!!
My father won't stop whistling the theme from The Adams Family.
My parents have guilted me into cancelling almost all of my plans to visit with friends becuase I am clearly a hateful and ungrateful daughter who won't spend any time with them.
Both my parents have gotten more finicky and bitchy in thier older age, and now spend 90% of thier day snipping back & forth at each other. This was particularly fun last night, when we all went out to this tacky Italian-themed restaurant for my brother's birthday, and my parents got in one of thier snippy fights over whether or not the restaurant's bathroom decor was "obscene". SIGH. After dinner, I rode back in my brother's car, and when I asked him "are Mum & Dad getting crazier since I moved away?" he just started to laugh hysterically and said "You wouldn't think that was possible, but yes, yes they have gotten crazier."
SIGH.
SO......... to sum up. There's been a week full of whistling old tv theme songs, lots of good 'ol fashioned Irish Catholic guilt, AND I haven't been able to see any of my friends in town.
SIGH.
Next time I come back to Schnecksville for a visit, I'm just gonna stay at one of the brothers' places, and not even TELL the parents I'm in town. Okay, I can't REALLY do that, becuase they would kill me. Then make me feel ungrateful and guilty. Sigh. Stupid family.
ANYWAY.... aside from all of that, it's been a very nice visit. And I would very much like to go back home now.
:)
And, in conclusion, here is a picture of a Monkey riding a dog. YeeeeeeeeeeeeHAW!!!!