My grandfather is a very very funny man, who busts my chops all the time. He has let me know on several occasions that I have two problems, the first being that I am stupid, the second being that I don't listen. All my mistakes lead back to these two things and I get to hear about it. It might sound mean, but it is a huge source of entertainment in my disfunctional household.
To further prove this disfunction, today we all ate lunch together and talked about how we used to lose my younger brother all the time. And it is so true. That kid got forgotten ALL the time. Once my grandmother caught a man walking out of the mall holding his hand... how terrifying is that. The conclusion is that I was so loud that he was just easy to forget.
fin!
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