Auuuugh I sent two people the same prompt for the
what_the_fruk exchange (for a person that actually DROPPED OUT and I didn't think to say, "Hey dude you can finish this or not it doesn't really matter" man I am the worst mod) Man I am starting to think I need a co-mod just to check and make sure I didn't fuck stuff up.
Anyway. Sending out SOS's to the backup writers and if no one responds I'll have to roll up my sleeves and handle it myself. FRUK FOR GREAT JUSTICE
Aaaaaand while writing this one of my fine FRUKers came through! Hooray!!
Today was pre-Christmas Chinese food dinner at my aunt's house--this was traditionally held at Gisele's, a good friend of the family and sort of surrogate grandmother figure, but she's getting on in years and it's too much trouble for her to host now, so. Plenty of family, a bunch of rugrats running around, new baby making the rounds, etc. It was really great. I do not really mention this much, but I really enjoy my family, even my aunt's compulsive fibbing, even my cousin's comlete disregard of personal boundaries. My other aunt, the hippie with the koi fish, talked a bit about my great-uncle. "I remember when me and T were out there helping him do the haying, the last year before Eileen got rid of the cows. He's standing out there on the field with Terry, his oxygen tank in a box, showing him what to do."
"Yeah," my uncle chimes in, "Later when we were out there on the truck picking up bales, he comes streaking out there on the ATV, the oxygen tank bouncing up and down behind him, yelling at us that we were picking up the wrong ones. We had to pick them up in a specific order, and he knew exactly which ones you were supposed to get first."