Monday, July 19, 2004
This weekend, I attempted to go on a beach retreat with my family. Forty minutes after arriving at the run-down resort, I decided what I really needed was a retreat from my family. (Preferably on a deserted island with cable tv, and free massages, and dozens of beautiful men to shower me with presents and kisses and to wait on me hand and foot.) I love my family, I really, honestly do (most of the time), but 2 days in 2 rooms proved to be a tad more trying than I originally expected. Add to that ten members of my extended family offering their well-meaning "advice" as to what I should and should not be doing with my life and I completely lost it. For once I was pleased that work was calling.
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