You can pick your friends, but not your family….

Well, to some degree. I’m currently not speaking to Denise and it’s NICE. But the rest of them….UGH!

Nanna has always been a little crazy – the fun kind. But now it’s getting out of hand. She wants to talk to me about something, but not over the phone becasue "someone is recording" her converstations….

Then there’s Dad. I love my Dad. But the older he gets, the crazier he becomes. Like he "doesn’t pay attention to ‘dead nigger’s’ birthdays" after warning me he was going to be impolitic. I pointed out that MLK actually made a great contribution to society and pointed out that we had president’s day/washington’s b-day. He said we didn’t anymore and informed me that congress got rid of them becasue they were only "unimportant WHITE dead guys". Well I responded with "Um…I hate to point this out Dad…but Congress is mainly made up of white guys"..stutter..bluster…"it’s not the same and we’re just not going to talk about this." Right.

My family drives me nuts.