To the dismay of some, being billed as 'love slave' on my husband's blog does not mean this is a blog devoted to porn...Moving right along, what is the deal with family? You are born, and you love them; you become a teenager and you hate them; you move out and realize...hey these are just regular people, I could get along with them; and then one day down the road you realize...hey these are just regular people who are INSANE!!! They scream and fight and do malicious and vindictive things to each other. They cry and yell and insist on doing the present before the cake. They make a really big deal about what size the punch bowls or whatever should be. Or they just spout off about how someday your daughter will probably have giant boobs, because it skips a generation...am I right shedubeard? At least there were goats and horses at your party. Ours just looked like a circus.
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