Yeah,Cindy, if fuckin' Captain Hook turned out to be real, some hoople would come out of the damn woodwork to ask me for the disability opinion on it(They think there's ONE, bwah. Like herding maimed cats, honest.) I guess it's my version of "Please don't let him be brown." I would say, less medical as uh, logistical. But I could see some benefit in it. but it's...icky, to quote Dr. Cameron.

Ok, this is going to sound really odd, but I can't imagine Pete having actual famly outside of Jill and Clovis. I imagined him to be some sort of original cabbage patch kid.

Hee! Of course, I've met Pete's parents AND sister. They're nice people, even if Pete's sister was under some sort of delusion that I was fragile and ladylike; I can think of no other reason for her to have kept exclaiming "Mum! Don't swear in front of Jilli!" whenever Pete's mum said something remotely off-color.

Show us your bum! There's a signature on it that says "Xavier Roberts" , isn't there????

I am never going to stop laughing about this. Ever.

Aimée: Words fail me. To your time-out spot.

Jilli: You got it wrong, it was my brother in law that was apologizing because my sister couldn't complete a single sentence without at least one expletive. All this, while her chin was resting on her chest where her drink was also sitting because she was too drunk to straighten up. Yeah, my sister got my half of the boozing gene.

eta: My mum, on the other hand, while also sloshed, was reduced to mostly incoherent cackling and chuckling.

my sister couldn't complete a single sentence without at least one expletive. All this, while her chin was resting on her chest where her drink was also sitting because she was too drunk to straighten up.

I LIKE Pete's sister.

I'm waiting for Jilli to sneak up on Pete while he's napping, clutching an indelible pen in her lace-mitted hand . . .

To your time-out spot.

Again? Fuck.

wanders over to spot

I LIKE Pete's sister.

You *ARE* Pete's sister.

goes back to spot

Jilli: You got it wrong, it was my brother in law that was apologizing because my sister couldn't complete a single sentence without at least one expletive

Oh, that's right. I didn't remember because I think I was still too agog at the ... art? Decorative statues? The things. In the living room.

Of course, to be fair, Pete has to deal with *my* family a lot. And while I love my parents and think they're very cool, I will also admit they're barking mad.

I LIKE Pete's sister.

You *ARE* Pete's sister.

Oh, how awesome would that be?! Very, very awesome, let me tell you.

I'm waiting for Jilli to sneak up on Pete while he's napping, clutching an indelible pen in her lace-mitted hand . . .

Oh sure, Connie, talk about my clever plan. Now he'll be expecting it.

Because I am such a fine & upstanding pillar of the community, it is only to be expected that you ruffians would try to mock and ridicule my refined, and loomy, self.