You Don't Have To Be Crazy To Be In My Family in Hello

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1:31 AM
Did the dinner with fam tonight. My middle brother and his gf were out due to COVID. I met my cousin’s new, “friend.” He seems nice, a bit quiet. Cousin’s daughter was there but not the son whom is like a little brother to me. He turns 21 tomorrow (today) and was going out to party with friends. Can’t blame him. My cousin nearly punched me when I suggested I’d take him to a titty bar. 😎

All in all it was good. We did the Dirty Santa thing. The only person who traded gifts was I to mom. The package I picked up turned out to be an electric fuzzy foot warmer/massager. I just passed it to her and picked up another present. It was one of those little smoothie blenders. I’m happy with that! We try to get some fresh fruit when we get groceries so it’ll be a nice addition to all the kitchen gadgets. Plus having a delicious concoction for breakfast sounds awesome.

Everyone kept asking me if I was all right. To be honest I was a bit shut down, VERY tired. And yes, whenever I get with family my first instinct is to drink after. Good or bad, hit the liquor store on the way home. Luckily that feeling faded and once I got some food in me I perked up and harassed my cousin as I’m like a little brother to her. 😁

When we finally got home I gave Mom one of the gifts I bought her as an early surprise. A pack of diabetic circulation socks. She was genuinely happy with it and embraced me in a bear hug. She was complaining earlier about her feet hurting so I figured it’d be the icing on the cake to a good night. I’ve still got a few more gifts in hiding for her but that’ll be on Christmas.

I seriously can’t wait to dig into the pipe tobacco she got me. It’ll be nice to sit outside, take in nature and have a few puffs. The first pipe I looked at had a Sherlock Holmes-esque design but when I found out it was $131 (yeah, I know) that idea got shot down quick. Oh well.

I miss my Sherlock weed pipe. When the house was broken into back in ‘11 and the cops caught the burglars that was one thing I did not claim as mine when they gave me my stolen items back lol. It was a clear piece that had a flat bottom with an air bubble on the side. Inside the air bubble was an image of The Cat In The Hat with the Jamaican flag colors instead of the traditional red and white. Fit perfectly into an old POG container I had. Sigh, jackass burglars. It was three kids, too. I so wanted five minutes alone with those bastards. Later on found out that two were sent off to a youth prison camp (military style boot camp) and the other was charged as an adult since he had prior arrests. Yes, plural. Hell, the cop who arrested him already knew the kid because, wait for it, he had arrested the punk before for the same fucking crime! Our tax dollars hard at work like it’s sport fishing, catch and release. 🙄

I want to go snack in some of the sweets SIL made and sent home with me but I’ve brushed my teeth as a deterrent. Can’t be snacking on sugary deliciousness all night. I’ll feel sick tomorrow. No, I guess I’ll drink some water and doze off to Bob Ross painting happy little trees.

✌️ Y’all!