Crap I forgot to mention this.  Here’s the thing:  My liver is in tip top shape, and because of this new onslaught of drugs I rarely drink anymore; alcohol + acetaminophen is where the real problems begin.  Not a complete idiot you see.

Another thing about this party that pisses me off is…  Christ how to put it.  The pastor and church folk are really wonderful and sweet folk; always ready to lend a helping hand, and ya can’t have too many friends.  It’s just, there sits our boy Craig who may as well be my little brother and is the apple of Mother’s eye.  This family is known for shitty birthdays and our poor boy was no exception.  Grandpa loved Craig madly and always made it a point to do something nice for his birthday while dragging Grandma along behind him, but Grandpa’s been gone for over seven years now.  Craig’s Father, John, is a selfish turd; he doesn’t even go down to visit his only son when he’s on home leave.  If Craig wants to see his Dad, he has to drive up.  Craig’s a busy lad with school, part time job and babysitter for his nieces and nephews.  Craig’s Mother, Laura, has been quite busy going through a midlife crisis for some years now.  She really doesn’t have much time for anything else but herself, even though she doesn’t have a job.  Laura’s trapped inna relationship with a man in his 60’s (she be in her 40’s); he brings home the bacon and that’s that.  Randy the step-father from hell treats Craig like shit and often threatens him and is always trying to pick a fight.  Last Christmas Eve Craig ran away from home to a friend’s house after Randy had announced that once he got off the phone he was gonna beat the shit out of Craig.  Craig spent his 16th birthday watching tv, it was only the day after that his Mother realized and told him happy birthday.

I wasn’t eavesdropping, but Laura talks loud over the phone and while chattin with Craig I distinctly heard her ask if we’d thrown a party for him.  Well hell, if that’s our responsibility then why dontcha just hand him over to us.

To sum this all up, it looks purty shitty her thrownin this dinner party for Dad’s church pals while her nephew (her own family; the apple of her eye) hasn’t had a decent birthday party in years.

It just bothers me.  I’ve been doin what I can, but I honestly suck at planning; that’s her forte, and she’s wasting it all on this.

Seriously, how you do think Craig feels?