.......no, you creeps, not on the toilet. Some easy-ass recipe that was given to me on Facebook. It's cooling on the stove right now. I don't think even I could fuck this up........but that remains to be seen. My daughter comes home tomorrow. She's been back in Ontario (off and on, she got home then was shipped off to West Virginia) for a few weeks. First time I will have seen her, since just before Christmas. I can't WAIT! But...........fuck off. Family members with issues plan to show up - I'm simply not going to go, or deal with that shit. My mom is guilting me the fuck out, saying "if your dad and I show up at that restaurant, and you aren't there, we're leaving" I don't believe her. She's a professional manipulator, and wouldn't miss a chance to see her eldest grand-daughter. I'm not going. I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NOT. She can come home, 2 blocks away, when she's done with the other asshole family members, that have issues with me, didn't help her one bit, but decide to fucking try to take credit for her somehow. No. I SAID NO.