Does your family show affection in bizarre ways? My dead grandmother showed her adoration by cracking my toes, usually when I napped on the sofa or was stupid enough to leave a foot on top of the sheet. One of my aunts whispered "I love you" by hacking into my self-esteem, because she didn't want me to become cocky, my ego unmanageable.
"Roy, why are you wearing those pants? Those are the worst pair of pants you own. Why don't you—"
"Mom, just stop. He's probably using them as his trial pair. WHEN HE MESSES THESE
I'm happy. And I'm sad. We have a winner in the To Live Forever Journey to Charleston Contest, and I am tickled beyond description.
I'm just sad everyone couldn't win.
Need a reason to keep fostering connections through your own blogging home? Every time I get frustrated with the latest round of online 'improvements,' I remember Big Al and the Lizard of the Loo.