If I had ingrown nails on all my toes… and you told me I had to run a 5k, with a Radio Flyer strapped to my back…uphill…both ways, in a blizzard —
That’s just about equal to a 6+ hour round trip so Septua- and Octogenarians and their kin can mumble about crap that happened half a century ago {within earshot of each other}; while eating questionable potluck.
YUP 0.o – Took my Dad {2nd Elder}, Daughter and Granddaughter {Youngest present}. What was I thinkin’?
Where’s my sage, Friends and Confidantes? – Grandma Auburn {Jen} Pinterest: Grandma Auburn Designs
Grandma Auburn Designs 
Oh hell, yes! I’ve been exceptionally clear that if there is ever a family reunion, I will cheerfully, and willingly be pet sitter to every cat, dog, guinea pig, hamster, horse, dragon or other pet to avoid spending time with them that has, and them that feels entitled. There’s a damned good reason very few people in my family I interact with!
Sending you tons of sage, some obsidian, and maybe a little benadryl to slip into certain people’s morning coffee to mellow them out?
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Bahaha! That’s priceless 🙂 With all the meds they’re on currently, I’m surprised any of them can remember what they were mad about in the first place. – geez!
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I am grateful that I have a very, very small family.
You are very brave and possibly a little nuts😉🌻
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Haha! Bingo!
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