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My parents are having some friends over today... this by itself would not annoy me, but they've been stressing out in a major way and snapping at each other because the house is nowhere near presentable given the stage of unpacking we're presently at. Also, I feel pretty weird about this, as this is another group of people from Minnesota that I've never met who have been "dying to meet me". I've never had a good experience with anyone my parents have ever described that way.

After they've toured the new house, with the apparent expectation of poking their noses in every last cupboard and closet by the way my mom is talking, we're apparently going out to someplace called Joe's Crab Shack to eat dinner together, then going to the local native-american casino again to spend money. *shrugs* Wish me luck, maybe I'll win some instead.

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They have a six year old grandson with them. One who thinks sneaking up on people and pulling their hair is cute. *sighs*

Catch everyone later. Thoughts of you all will be keeping me from homicide tonight. Love you guys. *HUGS*