I discovered the perfect level of intoxication with which to relate to my relatives last night. After 1 good 7 & 7 and 2 really strong White Russians, It was a breeze. My mother called expressing concern for my husband (who was released from work because of working in a high profile federal building). She quickly followed it up with a few "Anguish of Nations not knowing the way out" and the devil walking about "like a roaring lion seeking to devour someone" comments. I just told her that frankly, I wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone gloat over the days tragedy. When she denied gloating and switched to expressing concern for our "brothers and sisters" who may have been effected, I told her that I was of the belief that no one groups' loss was any more tragic than anothers....... It was great. I may never converse with them sober again.
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