i HATE christmas, its not as bad now that some of my family has moved out of state. my family is talented at saying really inappropriate stuff. i dont even get to drink at these shin digs either, cause if i put my glass down for one second, by aunt grabs it and downs it. "emily, your wasting your wine!" and down the hatch it goes. this'll give you an idea of what they're like:
uncle 5 over dinner: do bears have periods?
uncle 2 to mother: your new haircut makes you look like a dike.
uncle 1 to me: you're so hot, you're really hot, come on, dance with me,
aunt to me: your hairs gotten darker, you used to be pretty with your light hair, but now its brownish. (she tells me that every time i see her)
uncle 5: i wish a meteor would hit the earth and kill everyone, itd be quick and painless, you know.
they say stuff like that all the time, and they dont shut the door to the bathroom either, so you'll walk by and see them sitting hunched over on the pot. its awful!