We’re purty spoiled around here.  Although we occasionally have our fussiness, the household remains rather peaceful.  Also being 2000 miles away from your family gives you a smashing sense of independence that you would prefer not to be interrupted.  

I pull a Dr. Jekyll whenever my Uncle comes to visit.  My tolerance level for him is about 24 hours; one minute longer turns me into a homicidal maniac.  He is the rudest, crudest, self-centered and loudest person on the face of this Earth.

We are very accommodating hosts and extremely mellow, yet amazingly enough he still finds things to bitch about.  Last night he was in a snit and complained about having cabin fever.  First of all, you’ve only been here three days.  Second, there’s the door and here’s the keys to one of the cars.  Oh no, he’d prefer to bitch.  

We made you lamb osso buco, did your laundry and you’re still complaining.

Another thing he does is ogle and freely shares lewd comments about women.  We’re talking about a 500 pound, 50 year old man with a beard like ZZ Top.  Now he’s always said crap like this and everyone is used to it by now; well mostly.  But honestly, some of the things that come out of his mouth even offend the likes of me, and that’s purty damn hard to do.  I just want to tell him, “Yes, men are attracted to women.  We get it.  You can shutup now.”