Welcome to Wacko World

To start the tour, I would like to point out a few things little importance.

To the left you'll note one the invading mother ignoring the existence of her tarred and feathered evil, bitch daughter; while gabbling baby jargon to a toddler grandson (who couldn't care less) and to the right, one frazzled, overwhelmed, stressed, coffee slinging, couldn't care less about blood relations woman related to the invading mother. Those of you interested in a gong show, stay awhile, pull up a chair and come get your free giggles for the century. WHY do I do this to myself?

Nonetheless, I survived the visit, the cold battered fish, and the hardly consumed tea. I did benefit from this episode of insanity, I have a clean house, more noisy baby toys, and an infant sweater large enough for a five year old or the dog.