What….the….HELL?!!!!!!

I would really love to get my hands on a bottle of scotch right now.  My sister just blew up at me and asked me if I’d even EAT if food wasn’t placed before me. 

She’s taking things out on me that are not my doing.  I didn’t make the mistake of prescribing my wife an antibiotic she was allergic to.  I didn’t make her stupid-ass motherfucking husband tell her to choose between him and me.  I didn’t make him leave last night….I wasn’t even HERE when he did it!

But it’s all my goddamned fault, as usual.  It’s probably my fault that Nanny lays a room away, wasting away from cancer.

I hate my life, and right now, I think I have just about the sorriest fucking family EVER.  Not the kids.  Just the other adults.

PdC