TORTURED BY RAINBOWS

So, so, if you've been following the exciting saga that is my RL existence, then you know that -

a) little sister is pregnant

b) family is angsty about it

c) ...fuck I don't even know. That I have a tendency to be the open ear to my family's whiny needs. Or at least some of their whiny needs.

( So. )

Me: I can't imagine she'd do that. I hope she's not that stupid.
Mom: She's that stupid.
Me: I know she is, but I have my hopes and dreams!

( the continuing saga of... my sister )

So.

...so.

So I didn't post about it last night, but the reason I was posting things at 3 in the morning was b/c my family conspired to wake me up. ( Juliet talk, run away )

Anyway. So that was that. And then I was up. I did get to sleep in till like, 10 after I fell asleep. But then Beth was coming over and Shane and stuff so I had to get up. So I did, and honestly I'm GRUMPY lately. Christmas is not my best season. Anyway. Shane gets here, and after brunch we start opening presents.

If we stacked Shane's presents, they'd have been taller than he was. The kid got a LOT of junk, and he just got PRESENTED OUT. He was like 'can I play with my toys? I don't want to open anything else'. And of course you want Shane to like YOUR PRESENT BEST so when he picks a present he DOES like best you kind of go. :( Awww.

So, next to Shane's BUTLOAD, the rest of us were kind of like '...?' ( whining christmas whining )

Then, after brunch, present opening, playing, talking, and lunch, we headed for dinner at my cousins. Of course, we were the first to arrive, and yet we were 'late'? Like, timing for this was not coordinated very well.

Dinner was pretty good. And dessert okay. IDK. I just feel so full. The highlight of the day was of course the children.

I love the children. :D

Shane'll be 2 soon, and Ryan's a few months older. Bb Max is JUST teething.

It took some effort, b/c Ryan's so srs and kind of shy, and Shane's... Shane, but we got them to play together. Including rumbling and wrestling and playing around. It was adorable and entertaining.

Then later I got to hold bb Max and he was like 'damn, this person is PERFECT TO SLOBBER ON'. He like, slobbered and gummed all over my arm, and my fingers, and later just up and down my other arm. XD Srsly. If I was holding him he was gnawing on me. NOM NOM NOM.

...

( so, most of you know this, but I have some srs medical/mental issues )

Juliet: I really wanna go visit Gabby at OU for Halloween. ( ...god, I just have that pissed off buzz in my brain )

...so, when I say 'hey, want to watch a movie' and you sleep through the movie, don't be surprised when I leave after the movie is done. I realize that your time is YOUR time...

But my time is MY time too. So, yeah, I offered to spend time with you, but I'm *done* now. And sitting on one tiny section of the couch while you sprawl over the rest is not what I want to do for another hour and a half.

Also, the words 'Andrew' + 'marriage'. I don't LIKE the guy, I don't LIKE you dating him, and I'm sorry, I don't even want to think about that.

In just about every generation of my family there has been one marriage which made the family go '...what'. My grandparents on Mom's side did not approve of Dad (well, he's protestant) my great-grandparents on my grandmother's side did not approve of her marriage (...well, the guy did end up being an alcoholic emotionally abusive ass) etc, etc. Spanning ages backwards even. I always wondered just what kind of relationship we could get into that my family would oppose.

*A stupid one like Juliet's*.

God. I'm sorry. I just... you think I would have made it clear to her that I don't want to be in the room while she talks about Andrew and how much she loves him, or how much he cares for her, etc. etc.

So.

The news have been broken.

My parents took it very well (though apparently Dad guessed the last time he saw her, and Mom had an inkling, and then got a clue when she found the directions about what to do before the ultrasound) and we are all still alive.

...all in all a very unthrilling second chapter of our book. Which apparently My sister and I are writing.

...okay.

a) Never thought I would make a post like this.

Maybe, you know, as a joke. Maybe a post discussing 'god, all my sisters got together, etc etc, they want more babies, etc etc'.

I never thought that my stupid little sister who, yeah, was the most likely to get pregnant out of marriage would get pregnant out of wedlock.

My little sister is pregnant.

Marian and I are heading to Cedar Point to pick her up and bring her home.

...pregnant. I'm sorry but...

WTH Juliet. I love you, I love you, I love you. I realize that condoms and birth control can fail, but I also realize that you probably never did get that prescription for BC refilled and for all I know this was another of those times when you didn't have a condom on hand but decided what the hell.

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SHE'S FUCKING PREGNANT