I always see your stories as a "Home for the Holidays" sort of romp. You really can't make this stuff up.

- Pam

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In a message dated 12/27/2005 2:00:34 A.M. Central Standard Time, Leland writes:
Michael,
Always wonderful to get your missives on the missus and the peanut. I
just can't figure out where you find the time to actually write it all
down
When the "shit " actually happens to you its easy ; making it up is the hard part .
I didn't plan it that way but my home life is often like living in a Laurel and Hardy movie
"Blinded by the lilac perfume of the women I am then pummeled into submission by a smothering of mushy kisses and then backslapped into stupidity by their overweight husbands wearing bright red suspenders and checkered pants "
You don't understand these people actually exist ;and I am related to them!

"Suddenly I am standing all alone in the hall clutching on to all the ribbon boxes they have deposited wearing a red smear of lipstick on my forehead .

Unable to see behind the tall boxes I stumble down the hall dazed behind them and enter the drawing room where I am not helped with the boxes but chided by my Mrs. for getting “fresh” with her cousin while she wipes the smear from my forehead.

This act creates a great primitive roar of laughter, to which I keep telling myself that Christmas comes but once a year and then watch with horror as the unwanted relations sit down and entertain themselves by talking loudly and putting their feet up on the furniture then drain the nut bowl of the last of its provisions ,

Next year...... lets trade

Py


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