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I'm baaack...

...and what I should be doing is unpacking, but what am I doing instead? Blogging. My priorities are either out of, or right in, whack, depending on your perspective.

I'd like to thank NPapaya and Friendster Guy for filling the void for me while I was in Disney World. I don't know about you but I got a little hot under the collar, in a good way, while reading Mmm...chocolate lovin' by Miss Papaya. That is not the kind of event or experience you often find up here in the Upper Valley. Whew! *Sassy Pants fans herself a little*

I'm also looking forward to seeing Friendster Guy and his new glasses. It's been a long week without my co-pilot. There's only so much family you can take without having someone else on your side to vent to. I did get a little venting in via phone but it's not quite the same.

By day six the family (my sister, her husband, my niece, my brother, his girlfriend, my mother, my stepfather, my step-brother, his wife and her mother!) started to get on each other's nerves, especially my stepfather. He prides himself on being a jerk and a bubba and you can only take so much. I was reminded once again why I liked him more after I stopped living with him. I took offense to his saying "You need to learn to chill" in his own particular obnoxious way after I'd been amazingly calm and relaxed the entire time. I'll admit that in the past I was a little high strung but when no one is making any decisions, someone has to step up and that person is going to look anal-retentive and bossy, and historically that person was me. This time I decided to go 100% with the flow and I did. His comment came when I jokingly said "Let's go people! Chop, chop!" to my brother's girlfriend who was starving with me and everyone else seemed to be in slow motion. If I wasn't being "chill" I would have said it to the people who weren't moving. But whatever. Anyway, I was annoyed and it's hard to express it here because it's one of those family history things. You know the ones - those buttons that can be pushed so you instantly get your panties in a twist and you just want to punch someone. Yeah, those. My stepfather is adept at pushing those buttons and discovering new ones.

However, considering how much together time we had we did quite well. No one was killed and I only had to find some quiet time away once. Luckily, the house we rented was big and has lots of bedrooms so we could get away when necessary.

I'm going to go unpack now. I'll regale you with stories and pictures of Disney World at a later time. As soon as I download all 8 gillion of them.

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