My family – and by family, really I mostly mean my mom and sister – make me crazy sometimes. I love them as family, but they are both incapable of rational discourse as they take EVERYTHING as a personal attack (I once tried to convince my sister to try a healthier cat food and she acted like I was accusing her of being a animal abuser… and forget inquiring as to why she won't recycle – that's guaranteed to get me a nasty comment or rolled eyes like I'm trying to tell her how to live her life). Living away for so long has helped me remove myself from the communication dysfuntion of our small family circle so maybe I am not really capable, at this stage, of dealing with it too often.

The clan can just fucking wear me out, to be honest. I am rarely happy or revived by visiting with my family. Which is sad, but that's how it is.
Just another reason why Dallas is definitely not a long-term plan for me. I mean, unless I want to be miserable.

Given all this, and the vicious way my sister treated me last night out of fucking left field over LAUNDRY, I think I may have decided to not spend Thanksgiving in Dallas. I'm still figuring out if it will work – mostly I have to have a plan for the girls – but I'd really like to spend one of my favorite holidays with some people who act like they love each other. Or, at least, act like they love ME.

At the very least, I might just stay home alone, make myself a nice pumpkin soup, go for a bike ride, and give all my loving, lovely, globally-scattered friends that I miss so much long, quality phone calls. That sounds like a pretty nice day.