Last night I dreamed that my cousin, aunt and uncle came over to visit unexpectedly and proceeded to bitch about what a mess my house was. I'd been sick (as I have been, the past few days) and hadn't cleaned it (as I haven't, the past few days - and of course, if I don't, it ain't gettin' done...separate rant).
So I told my cousin that she was a shallow, snobby-ass bitch and so were her parents, and they might as well stay out of my life for good.
Which IRL would be fine with me, even though they act so sweet to my face.
I suppose it's on my mind because we generally get together at Christmas. We never did last year, though, and I think that's a fab new tradition for our families. The annual vague "we should get together sometime" call.
