Y'all kill me.
Well, it went better than expected, despite my not being able to drink thanks to a raspy cold I caught. Had to go in sans lubrication which I thought was going to kill me.
Little Sis Beotch must have been bit by the Christmas spirit or hit over the head because she was downright hospitable and - dare I say - cordial.
Though, there was one funny moment when the gang was FB talking and she mentioned - in front of everyone cuz that's how she rolls - that I blocked her.
I just shrugged my shoulders and said "Well, you know I had to."
Niece Beotch came in and walked right into the living room where she planted herself the whole night. She never came out of there at all - even had her husband get her food and treats. Sorry, but I found that hilarious.
She finally came up to me at the end of the night as I was leaving and said hello. What ev's.
I don't think complete détente was reached, but at least nothing got broken in fits of anger and our parents could rest in heaven knowing no one was in jail.
SI Mojo. Try it. It works.
Fidelity isn't a feeling...it's a choice.
"Truth has no special time of its own. Its hour is now - always." - Albert Schweitzer
Me: BW - Him: 200+ # tumor removed 7/09
DS - 31 - Yikes!