Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Families, then and now, now and then…oh, hell, I can’t keep track of who’s going when what. I guess that it helps that I don’t really care, and that it helps to “jog” those treasured old memories.

“The course of true love like and easiness to being around never did run smooth.” There are doubts, and family issues, and even, in spite of one’s best attempts to suppress them in the middle of the night by keeping one’s hands firmly at one’s sides and thinking about puppies and rainbows and depreciation schedules, dark fantasies of Others…

When something is…special…you feel the need to exalt it. To praise it. To put it on a pedestal.

And then whack it with a skillet!

Hey, it’s April! You know…the third kid, the “mistake,” the most likely to succeed, the most likely to escape Milborough? Nice to see that she still lives and breathes, in spite of attempts made to the contrary.

(read, we better check up on those old people again. They’re always getting into something.)

The bastions of the family — the centerpoints — the steadying influences. Oh, geez. I think I just threw up in my mouth…

…or a writer and author. And a drip.

And we careen from one sibling to another! Heralding the “retro” era, Michael is just as annoying at whatever age he is encountered!