The heat is off

This weekend both my sister Jan AND my brother Marty flew in to wish my Dad a happy Birthday/Fathersday. Jan isn't that unusual, as she comes up from California maybe 3 or 4 times a year. But Marty? Marty hasn't been back to "The Mainland" from Hawaii since he moved there 5 years ago! I think he's much happier now that the pressure is off.

I can remember many an akward Familly Git-Together that involved my Dad bringing the three of us to him and having "The Talk" with us. "The Talk" abou how he's not getign any younger, and some day he may e gone, and he just wants to know that the Pierce bloodline will go on, and -

"DIBS ON BARREN!" shouts Jan.

Marty jumps in with "I CALL FOOTBALL INJURY!"

How do they do it so fast?!?! So I'm always the one left holding the ball! And they could pull out a new excuse every time, so I'd neverknow where to go with it! Marty even pulled out the "Gay" card so often that I actually thought he was gay for a few years! Who knows... maybe he is. But the fact of the matter is that both of them were too cowardly to step up and face the challenge like I did.

I'm gonna get so much more cool stuff in the will than either one of them :)

FORGOT TO TELL DOTGIRL!!!

For dotgirl, who will absolutly love this.

Heidi was so friggin' HIGH at my Dad's birthday party! She admitted it to me at the very beginning, when I asked her "Wow, what's got you so happy today?"

She giggled alot and then whispered "I am sooooooo high right now!"

It was a very long weekend for Heidi, I guess, and it came to a peak on Sunday morning as they were getting ready to drive up to Burlington. Hanah was, well, being Hannah, and Heidi just got more and more frustrated with her till she screamed at the top of her lungs "HANNAH JUST GET IN THE F**KING SHOWER!!!"

Oh crap. She knew she was going to be dealing with my Mom, too, and that freaked her out even more. She knew right away that she needed to take *something*.

Flash back to a few months ago when Butch won his trip to Aruba. Butch, big and bad as he may be, is scarred to death of Flying. The doctor prescribed some pretty heavy-duty "Muscle Relaxers" that were enough to make a man of Butchies size sleep alllllllll the way to Aruba. There were still two pills in that bottle, and the dosage size for a man of Butchie's size is on pill.

Back to the present, Heidi decides to take 1/2 of a pill to steady her nerves. 10 minutes later, she feels nothing. So she takes the *other* half of the pill and hey, it starts working. Working so well, as a matter of fact, she decides to take the other pill as well. Not goofy or messed up, just very relaxed.

The *real* fun didn't start till they got to Mount Vernon and started Drinking :)

Usually she's a bit of a snob whn it comes to wine, refusing to drink the stuff that my dad makes (which admittedly tastes a bit like Robbitussin), but I guess my Mom greated Heidi at the door with a bitter "Well it's about TIME you showed up" and whaddaya know? Heidi developed a taste for Dads "Chateau Du NyQuil" real quick!

She spent half the day gigling and running around, the other half sulking and wearing VERY DARK sunglasses.

Slowest News-Day EVAR!!!

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Oh, and throw in something about Cancer and Acid Rain... that'll make the sheep tune in tonight.

...What? This thing's still on? Oh crap.