Saturday, was a day of defining disfunction...early afternoon, my brother who has been trying to get all 6 of us kids together, (we live as far north as E.Jordan, MI, and as far south as Jacksonville, FL)  we noticed out of the 6 of us, all who are over 40, him and i are the only ones who don't blame our adult lives on the percevied disfunction of our childhood.  maybe bcs we hoth have stepkids who's lives were much more disfunctional than ours.

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around

You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride

You had a bad day
The camera don't lie

You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

At the park, 3 teenagers were sitting on the bench, and the 2 girls asked to pet the dogs.  the boy, about 15,16, spit at the dogs, and then kicked spotty.  i realized then, he was learning disabled.  his foster sister jumped up and hit him in the head and explained he was autistic and had just recently picked up the bad habit of spitting.  she said she suffered from OCD and i noticed the other girl, angel, was very reserved.  they apparently lived in a foster home nearby. 

 
(Oooh.. a holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

Then a mother and daughter came up, she said she raised papillions, and her and her daughter petted spotty and roy for a while, and after they walked away, i noticed the girl (about 8) singing with a speech impediment.  but they were very happy.

I just don't get my siblings....