L'enfer, c'est les autres

I am not one of those people who can write, or even blog, when being tormented by what feels like a neverending onslaught of extended family drama. In situations like this, I turn inward. I take comfort in my children and my husband, my parents, my brothers, my friends.

If you don't find me here it's because people—people who know better—are behaving badly. And, well, shame on them.

P.S. approximately 240 lumpia consumed at Thursday's party. New favorite thing? Deep fryer.