Don't get me wrong...

[juliebata]

I love my family, the "Grandma" issue aside, we get along very well. I consider myself lucky, knowing the family troubles that some of my friends have to put up with. I try very hard not to complain when my Dad seems hell-bent on driving me crazy. My mom calls me this afternoon, to invite me over for Sunday dinner. Mom food. Mom food is always good! I can bring over my tax stuff, so Dad can get a look at it. This will mean a lecture and criticism about my financial decisions. On the other hand, Dad's willing to do my taxes- I sure as hell can't do them myself, I don't understand any of that crap, so I hold my tongue and suck it up. The things I do for Mom food...
-Juliebata