And Don't You Know; It's A Beautiful New Day OK, that really sucked.
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We lived throught it. I would compare it, after a few beers, to an ethical earthquake or a spiritual flood. Our will was tested by three bad mojo-havin interlopers from Ohio. We passed the test, but not with flying colours.
I could run it all down for y'all, but that would be tedious. ALMOST as tedious as having them live in our house for a week.
I don't know if I need to vomit or cry, really, but I sure am glad they're in London now.
We do have an answer to the eternal question: WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU NEVER TELL A CHILD NO?
Answer: really, really, really bad things. All the time. Every day. Forever. Until everyone wants said child to go away and never come back.
My brother is a clinically depressed alcoholic who refuses treatment.
My sisterinlaw has been driven mad somehow and refuses to discipline her son in any way.
My newphew has gone to the dark side and makes cartoonish fictional characters like Dudley Dursley look like heroic knights of old. One could never imagine a more high maintenance child in a trillion years. The poor bastard... even my BAD DADDY routine failed to make a dent in his HEY-LOOK-AT-HOW-INDULGED-I'VE-BEEN suit of chain mail. I failed. Utterly failed.
I feel like a huge chunk of my spleen has been removed.
Please put all kinds of [[[[[]]]]]]]]] thingys in a virtual hug for me. Because I need it.