"Sunshine Coast" my arse

I'm visiting my parents. You know what this means. I need email. I need LJ comments. And send me good vid links, because I can actually watch them from here.

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an invocation to the great god dionysus. plus charades, and the bottom half of a scotsman.

O great Dionysus
Thank you for your gift of wine
which brings about revelry
and makes it possible for me to enjoy weekends with my family

I know it's not a good coping mechanism. It is, in fact, a coping mechanism of legendary crappiness. I have to find some other way to cope, because sooner or later this method will betray me, probably in a nasty way involving my having to pay to have the carpets cleaned the next day.

( But hey, meanwhile, who knew my brother was such a demon for charades? )

As my mother said: 'They'll ask me, 'What'd you do this weekend?' and I'll say, 'We watched my son pretend to take a shit in the living room.'"

( Dinner, if you were wondering, went well. )

Sure, I was grouchy this morning, and I will be tomorrow, but then, I'm usually grouchy when it hits me that I can't leave the company of any given group of people for 24 hours.

Family. No matter how you choose to deal with them, you end up with a headache.

( We used to go to Costco for family trips. Now we go to Liquidation World. )

And like that.

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