Family

* Who would win in a fight? My daughter after three karate lessons, or me, after a lifetime of repressed [and not so repressed] anger?

* The husband loves puns.  I do not.  The girl thinks the husband is hilarious, as when he uttered this gem, "Call of Duty?  I feel a Call of Doodie coming on."  Yet when I initially laughed at the word Duty/Doodie, I was reviled as having a pedestrian sense of humor.

* My brother-in-law and his wife are coming in to town on Friday for the weekend.  I like this set of in-laws.  I do not like the fact that I have to clean my house.  Which kind of makes me angry at them, thanks to the transitive property.  If A = B and B = C, then A = C.  Where A is Hatred; B is Cleaning the House; and C is Brother-in-law & Wife.  I have mad math skillz, baby.

* I somehow, one day earlier this week, strained/sprained my forefinger.  I thought it would get better, but this morning I woke up with Raptor Claw:

That's what my hand looked like this morning.  I also walk around like this in the morning.  Except, you know, with longish curly hair.  If I had any photoshop skills whatsoever, I'd add a big fat giant blob of hair to this picture.  Let's use our imaginations and pretend I did.  Wow.  This is getting ridiculously long, isn't it?

* Oh, yeah, so my point was that I woke up with Raptor Claw and was harassed into making a dr. appointment because I not only couldn't bend my fingers, I was being a martyr like my own mother.  Like all mothers.  I figured it would get better on its own.  [It hasn't.]

* People in Detroit stole an ambulance.  While it was on call.  Yes:  While the paramedics were in taking care of someone, jackasses stole the ambulance waiting outside.  That doesn't really relate to family, except seriously?  Who raised them?