The J-man and I were at my parents’ house this weekend. You may not have heard my sigh of relief when I parked the car in the garage on Sunday evening. I’m sure it only echoed through three or four states.
Besides the lack of sleep for both the J-man and me, there were the “gentle” reminders that people like Jenny McCarthy get a lot of press. Had I heard of her? Didn’t I think it was great that she was telling the world about the cure for autism? How sad was I that we had the J-man vaccinated, and that was what caused his autism? Did I feel guilty? Why weren’t we trying to cure the J-man’s autism? Heck, all it takes is some supplements. Don’t we care enough to spend that kind of money on a sure thing?
Yeah, that part was fun.
Other than that, it was a pretty good time. The J-man charmed everyone, including all the new people we met. (Yes, my family is so big that there are reasonably close relatives that I haven’t met before.) For people who are Southern Baptist, there was a goodly amount of alcohol consumption going on. Funny thing is, I’m not religious, and I’m the one who doesn’t drink.
There was a LOT of really good food, which I didn’t have to cook, which makes it even better. There were some really lovely people I hadn’t seen in a long time, and I met some other really lovely people for the first time. They were all impressed with my hometown, because “everybody knows everybody else.”
EXACTLY. One of the many reasons I left.