Seriously, how do you get off? I’m sitting next to Maniac and Lunatic with Mad Mind and Dark Humor sitting across from us. Oh and Screwball is running up and down the isles causing all kinds of mischief and havoc.
So much has been going on these past few months I’ve hardly had time to breath. Between birthdays (with several more to come in the next couple of months), wedding vow renewals, one daughter and her sweetie going through the process of buying a new house (they signed the final papers about an hour ago), anniversary, a family reunion this weekend, two daughters starting new jobs at the same place (I refer to these two as evil Einsteins), and various other things. I think I’ve actually seen more of my family as well as more of them in the past few months than I have combined in the past few years. I know that sounds awful but’s it’s true.
Don’t get me wrong all those things are great and I’ve enjoyed most but I’m a quiet person as a rule and enjoy my solitude. I was raised with four brothers and as we each found our other halves the family grew. Boy did it grow. After my divorce to the nut case I married first my mom moved back from Florida and in with me. That meant that most family get-togethers were held at my house and it would be nothing for twenty or so people at least to be running in and out of my house. Don’t even get me started on what it was like when my oldest brother divorced his second wife and moved in with me.
Shortly after he became the police chief of our little town we lived in at the time locals began referring to my home as city hall two. My home became a notorious place talked about for at least fifty miles around. People driving through our fair little town started wondering what kind of criminals lived there because of all the police cars that were forever in my driveway. When I would go to another town or city close by people would find out where I lived and ask what was with the white house sitting on a hill on such and such highway because there was always lots of police cars there. I know I told someone once when I was in a particularly foul mood that I lived there and every time a new body turned up they came knocking on my door. I turned and walked away after that so I never did see what kind of a look the guy might have given me.
After this weekend things should quiet down a bit. There are only four more birthdays between now and the first of August that should involve big to-dos for those events and after that nothing major until the holidays come up.
Anyway, back to the crazy train. I tend to get a little wacky when I feel like I’m in a constant time crunch and that is what I feel right now. There is never any telling what I might do when I get like this. Watch out world, things might blow.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?