On top of getting to deal with my family this weekend related to our parent's possessions, I got hit with a bitch of a summer cold. My nose is raw and chapped, my throat hurts, my head hurts, my chest is congested. Waaaaaaaaaaa. Add to this family "discussions" (I am being kind here) about dividing up possessions and my weekend kind of sucked. Oh, and poor Curt got to be witness to all of this. His family was so decent about dividing up his dad's estate a few years back. I'm embarrassed that he had to see my family in action. We should be on Dr. Phil or something, only when the rest of the clan is fighting amongst themselves, I'll sneak up behind Dr. Phil and clock him one with a chair. Hard. (I hate Dr. Phil and his homespun, pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps bullshit. What was Oprah thinking??) Anyway, the family drama is bound to just get worse. I just won't be holding my breath because I already know its coming. Nice. We are likely to be the third generation of the G clan in which some siblings don't talk to others after the death of a parent. I thought we might be different than previous generations and that the insanity over money might stop with us, but I guess there's at least one in every crowd to spoil the fun. Money and possessions just aren't worth the life long bitterness; but if you're blinded by "getting yours" I suppose it might seem worth it to sacrifice family relationships. Perhaps keeping my distance for so many years has been beneficial after all. It might hurt less when the family falls apart. Doubtful, but one can hope. Enough of the G clan dirty laundry. I'll try to write something fun again soon.
One last thing, NyQuil is a wonder drug in case you didn't already know. I heart my NyQuil.