So mom and dad came today to pick up the kids and take them up to Santa Rosa to hang out for three days. It just so happens that, as they were arriving, I was leaving with my friend, Mona. As we normally do, Mona and I were talking about politics and got into a discussion of our favorite democratic presidential candidates with my parents.
Until recently, I was supporting Edwards, but I now find myself leaning more towards Hillary Clinton. Mona was saying something about, "You can support Clinton if you want to, but here's why I like Edwards..." So I said (insert tone dripping with sarcasm here), "Great. Thanks for giving me permission to support my preferred candidate." My father, who does not quite understand the phenomenon of having said something one too many times so that it becomes very unfunny and rather irritating, chimed in with, "Jill's really touchy". Mind you, this is something he has used all my life to defuse what he sees as situations where I am making my opinion known a little too stridently. Detecting blood in the water, my mother went in for the kill. "What's new?! She's always been that way!!!!", she practically shouted to nobody in particular.
They're coming for my birthday on Friday, and I'm not sure there's enough alcohol in the world to allow me to live through the experience.
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