I spent the weekend with my family and I’m still recovering people, really. I love my parents and my sister and my sisters gaggle of children very much. Even though a full 95% of what they talk about is the Mormon Church, and the other 5% are church related topics, I still love them because they are very nice people and they are very good to me and the kiddies. One, just one little one, of the highlights of the weekend was when my mother went on for a full 5 minutes about my nephews seemingly super human ability to use chop sticks. And my poor nephew, I could just see from his eyes that he was dying inside during the entire conversation, because it’s just chop sticks, people, chop sticks! But my mother is so sweet that she needs to make him feel special for every little accomplishment up to and including the use of chop sticks. How could you not love people like that? Really, how? I’m going to miss them, to be sure, but it will be somewhat nice to return to my areligious, cynical world where the use of chop sticks is really no big deal.
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I grew up with a bunch of mormons and I myself am no christian. Religious based nice makes me go funny inside in that not nice kind of way.
I understaned in some twisted fashion the issue with your mother and the chop sticks. I grew up with friends who would tell similar tales. It’s bad enough in the town I went to school in in Alberta, I feel for you being at the heart of it all. The Cynics from the Great North send our regards.