Be Scarred for Life, Like Me.

Click away, dear reader, click away.

And by that, I mean 'away' from here, because IF you continue reading, you will be scarred for life. 

So, obviously, those of you still reading are:
a) confident that you can handle whatever I'm about to dish out,
b) live in a world of rainbows and butterflies where Venom would never hurt you with her words, or
c) a masochist.
You. have been. warned. 

When you "vacation" with family you see things you cannot unsee... usually early in the morning. I'm a morning person -- that may be over-stating it, let me try again -- I don't sleep well so, unless I've been fed a boatload of sleeping pills, I tend to be up early everyday. 


 My mother-in-law battled cancer 5 or 6 separate times, and each time she fought the good fight. She wore a fabric turban during the bald times, but once in a while she'd forget. 
She scared the children, seriously. 


My husband's brother's family lived next door to Nona & Pops; SIL running around out of doors in less than her Sunday best was not an uncommon sight. 

Inexplicable, but not uncommon. 


And then there was Pops... did I not warn you earlier? 
Once, completely out of the blue, Pops casually slips into the conversation how he can still have sex, but he just. can't. CUM. 
Colour me horrified. 
Then, taking it to a whole 'nother level, Nona confided that she was actually okay with Pops 'difficulty' because she no longer had to douche. 

Welcome to my nightmares. I swear to gawd, I only wish I made this shit up.