I do not have a dysfunctional family and I never knew why my family seemed concerned about me. They treated me like I was weird or something. Whatever. Between you and me (don't tell) almost everyone treated me that way.
Just because I put a tack on the teacher's chair. That was just plain good humored fun.
Just because I put Nair on my brother's leg hair. Heck, I was just getting even for the time he ... (well we won't go into that).
Just because I put cement in the toilet. Hey, I was curious and it flushed just fine. I know. I used it right after I put the cement in. That was disappointing, but when someone else in the family flushed it, well, that was fun.
Just because I put oil in the swimming pool hoping it would soften my family's skin and just because I sing my own song - ♫♫♪I am singing this song from inside an asylum♪♫♫, they treat me like I'm a fruitcake. Maybe that's why I get passed around so often at Christmas.
I hear my family is fine and normal. So why don't they come visit me?
Challenge:
Write in any form you desire about: dysfuntional family reunions or just dysfunctional families ourselves included, funny or not so funny.
















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They didn't appreciate the oil?
Thank you for posting to the Triple Name Club.
Thanks for sharing with The Surreal Circus.
So are you, Pam.
well......yeah.....probly true. Still, Ron, you didn't have to trust her on that quite so readily.
HMMMMMM......maybe I'd better stop.
You don't know the half of it. See my comments above to Ron's comment. Oh....and click on Ron's "hee hee" link. You'll be glad you did.
Come to think of it, we all wondered why she apologized and said she lost it, then offered $10, saying she hoped that covered the fee.
Where have you been? I haven't seen one of your posts for quite some time.
Thanks for asking.