I visited my parents this weekend. Usually this gives me great stress...
Great gobs of green slimy stressful stress...
This time was not that different. My parents have not changed much in the years I have been gone. My Dad seemed very happy and my mom talked my ears off bringing me up to date with just about every crisis, catastrophe and argument that has occurred over the last 3 - 4 years since my last visit/exile/banishment from the kingdom of Oz...
Saw a few of my sisters and that was really great - felt like I connected with Cathy - at least a bit anyways - possibly Susan but most definitively not Lorrie - although she and I never really got along. To be honest I still hold the Mrs. Beasley incident against her.
In any case my family accepted me back with the exceptions of a few who, I am sure, would rather I never ever ever came back at all.
To these people I say "too fricking bad asswipes... the prodigal son has returned..." (insert trumpets here)
and...
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