Family means family. Where's the booze?

The Big Bad Bean wears his heart on his sleeve.  I don't mind at all.  I love being the wife of a man who is shamelessly, sappily in love with me.

The Big Bad Bean wears his heart on his sleeve.  He has no tolerance for fools, liars or other unworthy characters and it shows. 

As it turns out, he also has no tolerance for most of my family.  It also shows.  He graciously extends this to a hefty chunk of his family too, he's very equal opportunity in that way.

I can't say I blame him...about my family at least.  I can't quite drum up the same depth of feeling for the untolerable parts of his family since by and large they don't communicate about anything important so the chance of them ever saying anything to damage the Bumble Bean is pretty low.

On the other hand, I am dreading my family reunion in July.  Last February's visit for my brother's 40th birthday party was such a remarkably un-nurturing experience that it was anti-nurturing and I have no desire to repeat it.  Even less desire to repeat it to the tune of over $1000.