update...

Just so you know, my mom thought my last entry was hilarious. And my dad read it with piles of my mom's Christmas cookies in his lap. Great.

She finds humor in my real or perceived pain... wait a minute... didn't I once say that I found humor in my own little ones real or perceived pain? what goes around, comes around, I guess.

So anyways, I am talking to her and say but "Bob" (my nickname for my sister) is so talented! Mom says, "She just found her niche."

"So then, what is my niche?"

"Take a look around you."

Okay, I look.

All I see is chaos.

Chaos is my niche.

Great.