No longer cute.

Tough crowd.

Georgie on Yahoo Answers says
"There are two sayings that come to mind the first being;

You can pick your friends, but you can't pick you family.

And the other is

You can pick your nose, and you can pick you friends, but you can't pick your family."

But really, you can't even pick your friends.

This saddens me and makes me prone to big, plopping tears at unexpected times. I really hate that.

Tag ! You're the Adult!

Nope, not playing that game...

But

You can't cut your losses and run from a surly 16 year old or a chronically cranky husband but oh, there are times I wish I could. Driving down 95, I think how easy it would be to keep going. Drive the van, pull over and duct tape the curtains onto the windows. Sleep. Drive some more. Elizabeth Berg describes such a thing in The Pull of the Moon.

I'm not a particularly public person, so why am I writing all of this in this underbelly of a blog?