So… when my seventeen year old acts like an asshole, my nineteen year old starts being an angel… I can almost hear her snickering that now its [i] her [/i] turn to be the good one.

Then.. as luck would have it… the seventeen year old pulls her head out of her ass with a resounding pop, and the nineteen year old switches places with her, to become the Dumbass of the family.

Is there always hubub, no matter what “family” one is talking about?

I believe we have… rings… or eschelons, if you will, of people. Our innermost rings are reserved for immediate family, with the next ring being extended family, and the very closest of friends, etc.

Do each of these rings have a necessary hubub quotient? Cause, I’m here to tell you… each of my “rings” has an almost constant hubub, with only brief moments of stillness. Its like the underlying hum of electricity… you become numb to its presence until its gone, then when it turns on, its almost unbearable.

I think I need a vacation… me, a shady beach, and some ice cold margaritas. Mmmmm.