Tomorrow is Homecoming/Consecration Sunday at my old church in Urbana, which means I expect the wrath of YHVH when I walk through the doors. Not to mention it means a day with the entire extended family. *cringes* I love them, I really do, but I also hate the 18 bazillion little things that get said. They all know I'm gay, but that doesn't stop the needling about when I'm going to settle down with a nice man and adopt more grandkids. Or trying to explain to Rachel and Brandon why they might have another Uncle someday. I still have pictures of Rachel and my evil ex around here someplace, but I still am not looking forward to that conversation when she's older. That and entire day around my family is usually grounds for committal, or at least a trank gun. I love them all dearly, but there are days when I wish I was an orphan. Usually holidays. At least the half brothers and Uncle Paul aren't coming this year. I love Chuck very much, mainly because he and I talk books when ever he visits, but the last time I saw Bill, he spent half his time condemning me to hell and the other half of his time trying to convert me. And I refuse to discuss Uncle Paul, although I have stopped my plot to erase him from memory after he dies. I still want to, but I don't need the added karmic debt right now.