We did it Wednesday because my sister had to work Thursday afternoon and night (at Toys R Us and Target, poor thing). What was initially meant to be my parents, my sister and her family, my brother and I turned into a whole last minute thing where most of the family showed up. It went off pretty smoothly though...

... and then there was today, which started out okay. I relaxed at home, watched the Dog Show and went to the pharmacy to pick up my meds. Later in the afternoon my mom returned home from the hospital, where she had taken my grandma to visit my grandpa who was admitted on Wednesday morning for lung pain. Turns out the doctors think he has cancer -- a lot of cancer (signs of it in his lung, liver, bone and spine).

And of course it wouldn't be a holiday without my dad blowing up at somebody, which he did tonight (my mom and me). He's clearly psychotic but refused to go to the hospital. Instead he spent nearly an hour complaining and accusing my mom of cheating on him and calling her fat and ugly and just acting super duper paranoid and incredibly mean towards my mother. I used to think he was just bipolar like me, but the more and more I look into it, it seems he might legitimately have paranoid personality disorder. Of course he refuses to go see a psychiatrist. I'm thinking it is time for a family intervention to finally get him into treatment.

Anyway, that was my holiday.