Dianne and Golden Haired Dancer Rye Victoria, Australia49 minutes, 26 seconds ago
Hello Ed, dinner done. Well it was leftovers. I don't consider you weird. Humorous yes! That is a good thing. If you had attended a gathering of my mother's family you would have blended right in. Everyone had something funny or witty to say. And we were all fairly weird. A Great Uncle who lived as a hermit, my Great Grandmother who had her pet pekinese dogs stuffed by a taxidermist and kept them inside near her front door. I loved playing with them as a child. Her husband, my Great Grandfather who captured snakes, lizards scorpions etc and then preserved them in huge jars that were kept on the dresser for all to see. My brother loved them. I didn't. Their son, my Great Uncle who built a doll's house out of plastic knitting needles and also created a magical fern garden with tinkling glass mobile that he made. Oh and he decorated the bathroom/ toilet with paper masks that came from Kellogs cereal packets. Haha, I have just been briefly describing my weird family and the house that I called my fairy house. Not that it is a competition but I think that I came from a weird family and loved each and everyone of them. I think that being weird is good.