It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: I Dreamt of Animatronic Breasts Edition

It took me one whole day of not speaking at all, plus two more days of not speaking so much to fully recover from Sister #4’s Thanksgiving visit. Also, it should be noted, that most of the speaking since Thanksgiving has been in debriefing from Sister #4’s visit.

As you can see, I don’t do well with people invading my space for long periods of time. Especially when those people don’t do anything but sit on my couch and ask me asinine questions like “What do you watch on TV on Wednesdays.” The answer is, of course, “Diff’rent Strokes.” I don’t call myself the Angry Hermit for nothing.

It’s hard to explain just how disruptive a week-long stay is. I can handle guests for a night or two, but when it gets into more than that I start to feel icky. It’s so hard having someone here all the time and wanting me to speak, especially at night. Nighttime is my time. It’s when I sing and talk to myself and dance freely about the house while I cook dinner. Having someone here asking all the question about what I’m doing makes me feel quite stabby. Also, when that person is a grown-ass adult who acts kind of helpless I get extra stabby.

The temptation to devolve into petty family bitchery is hard to resist, but as with all such bitchery you really have to know the intricacies of the family’s dynamic to understand the nuances. Man, just typing that was boring as fuck.

My Sunday didn’t get that exciting. There was a lot of Netflix-surfing trying to find something to replace “Family Ties” for my couch-sitting/crochet needs. I’m a little bit freaking out over all the bragging I did about making Christmas gifts and all the work that needs to get done in the next TWENTY-THREE days to make all those Christmas gifts. What was I thinking? Someone really should kick me off this high horse.

Also, I had a nap that involved being on America’s Next Top Model and Tyra Bank’s having animatronic breasts. They were giant animatronic breasts with like dinner-plate type things used to cover her robot nipples. I am still haunted by those giant, shiny, perfectly round, plastic breasts and that nap was like seven hours ago.

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