I have a funny family, I guess it helps with the comedy, but it also still leaves the question of weither or not I am adopted open for debate. Take my old Granny for instence. I was under the impression that wisdom was enhanced with age HAHAHA. Not any more. My gran has an icreadible candle collection. Shelve after shelve of marvilous smells such as "Black Diamond" and "Jasmine Temptation" What ever in the buggery that means. So all these candles and not one with a singe not one has been used for the light producing effect of which they were intended for. Why? Not because she may burn the house down and swiftly insinerate evryone and everything, oh no, that would be too easy. BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE HOME INSURANCE. oh dear
The rest of my family aren't exactly normal. I currently live in my family Scotland in a town called Livingston. I say family, what I mean is my dad, his leasbian girlfriend and the 13 year old production of her last relationship with a women. but it's cause she's agreed to pay for my BUPA therapy for christmas!
On top of this Mayhem I also share a room with my very feminine and very VERY messy elder cousin. She has no concept of spacial awareness or the bin. she seems to disgreetly drop her things down the back of drawers and underneath cabinets where she seems to be under the impression that magical cannibuas infused fairies will place them back then she persites on complaining that she loses everything.!
And finally theres my dog Bruno, A staffy to be more presise. A monumentle beast with muscle lock jaw and the intellegence of a peeled carrot. He can;t sneeze with out bursting his nose open, he is scared of my kitten and worst of all he can't walk past his own reflection without trying to play with around 20 mins!
