The 'rentals came down last week. They left home on Tuesday and got to my uncle's place on Wednesday. Came over Thursday evening for the obligatory harassment of me and my life. They said they'd call before they came here, but lied, so I was a little stunned when they showed up and forgot to hide the cigarettes, so I got a nice bitching at for that. Also got bitched at for drinking even though I never claimed I didn't drink. My mom insists I told her I didn't, but that was about ten years ago.

We went out, ate lunch and they went back to my uncle's place. My dad wanted to come back a couple days later to help with some plumbing problems we're having, but I managed to get sick (from drinking too much ;-) ) and they went down south to visit another uncle for a few days. They came back up Tuesday. Tracy went out to the store for a bit, and the 'rentals arrived while she was gone. I got to sit here for almost half an hour being totally and thoroughly degraded; having every aspect of my life, including my house, mocked and ridiculed. Damn, I love family time...

On the plus side, they took us out for lunch at Hops and I got some salmon, then later took us out for dinner at Outback (where they'd never been! Apparently every time they go there's a huge line, and they refuse to wait) where I got a nice prime rib. Fed me for several days. I still have the black beans and rice from Hops.

Still, I'd like to see my parents just once without them making me feel like a totally useless piece of shit. And really, I'm used to them berating me, but I was seriously getting pissed off when they started talking shit about my home. I know this isn't exactly a mansion, but it's a nice place in a really good neighborhood. I was seriously on the verge of tears and/or screaming my head off at them. If Tracy hadn't returned when she did, the day would've been much less enjoyable.