People . . . People Who Hate People . . .

Are the luckiest peeeeeeeople in the wooorld!!!!

Some days I really believe that. My sister is kooky (as I've mentioned many times before) and is really being a nutcase about Christmas.

I had Thanksgiving at my house and it was only 6 people this year . . . why, you ask? Because my sister said she wouldn't come if my younger brother and his family were there so I had to make a choice and decided to discourage my brother from coming (luckily I had a good way to do it; unluckily, he's pissed at me anyway) -- I should have stuck to my usual guns and said -- come or don't come but everyone is invited.

So, now . . . Christmas . . . George and I had decided to go away for Christmas to somewhere like the Grand Canyon. My sister has decided that she is having Christmas and is now PISSED that we are not coming.  "Oh, so you had your Thanksgiving and everyone came (no, they didn't cuz you were being childish) and now that I'M having Christmas at MY house you're suddenly going out of town?" 

She has it in her head that there is some nefarious reason that we're going out of town and will not believe anything I tell her about why we are really going out of town -- cuz we thought it would be fun.