| THE DYSFUNCTIONALS |
| however, my dad would discount these horrid lies and reassure me that i was his one and only baby girl. of course i believed him, but i have to point out that i still occasionally have doubts, which are probably due to my mother repeatedly telling me that my real father was the milk man... |
| when i was younger my brothers used to always tell me that i was adopted and that "their parents" weren't really "my parents"... and then they'd laugh when i got upset. evidently it was fun for them to repeatedly point out the lack of resemblance between me and the rest of the family. |
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| however, since the members of my family are definitely the most important people in my life, i've dedicated an individual page to each of them... click on a face for a link to their page. |
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| by the way... the groom is the one in the black.... |
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| A family is like fudge... mostly sweet with a few nuts. |