Oh, for crying out loud.
Oh, for crying out loud. You know how some of you have posted things on how to and how not to be helpful? Would one of you hit my SIL with that clue stick? She's a living embodiment of what not to do. It's like how that sitcom "Home Improvement" was about a guy who was the living embodiment of how not to do all the things.
- She sent a meditation CD to my parents, "but it's really for everyone." She's found it so helpful!
- That was after the book, though. Something about healing or I don't know what.
- And now she's texting me did I know medical marijuana was legal in NY?!? (P.S. It's sort of legal but not like she thinks.) She may annoy the byproducts of digestion out of me, but she isn't stupid. And yet smoking medical marijuana is somehow supposed to treat/cure/I don't know you tell me my father.
It's like all the most annoying people who want to cheer you up and if you just do X, it will magically fix everything! Go for a walk! Get a hobby! Lose weight! Smoke pot! Deities and demons, people. Will no one rid me of this well-meaning but meddlesome relative?
- She sent a meditation CD to my parents, "but it's really for everyone." She's found it so helpful!
- That was after the book, though. Something about healing or I don't know what.
- And now she's texting me did I know medical marijuana was legal in NY?!? (P.S. It's sort of legal but not like she thinks.) She may annoy the byproducts of digestion out of me, but she isn't stupid. And yet smoking medical marijuana is somehow supposed to treat/cure/I don't know you tell me my father.
It's like all the most annoying people who want to cheer you up and if you just do X, it will magically fix everything! Go for a walk! Get a hobby! Lose weight! Smoke pot! Deities and demons, people. Will no one rid me of this well-meaning but meddlesome relative?
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