Look who's laughing now!

[Roadrunner]

I'm sure that I'm not the only one here who's family has the occasional crack about our "habit". Well, after being on vacation for a week, I finally get some respect. You see, we rented an apartment in Virginia Beach and the kitchen knives that it was stocked with were next to useless. I came back from the beach and couldn't find my Ka-Bar. I found my mom using it to cut vegetables! Then my Vaquero got drug into it and eventually dropped on the tile floor, point first. Of course, the vaquero also sliced through the tablecloth, but I didn't do it. Anyway, at least now I have something to come back with when they get going. Anyone else had a similar experience?

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Just because I talk to myself doesn't mean I'm crazy. What's wrong with getting a second opinion?