We love you, you cranky magnificent bastard

We have this friend and he can be the greatest person and the worst person and darling husband and I pretty much put up with the worst person because we like him and he's part of our family. Like a cranky old bastard uncle but family none the less. He usually calls to apologize when he's like that.

You see we're all family and that's what family does--it forgives. I've gotten rid of people I don't like but family--hey, it's about forgiveness because my family forgives me, I think.

So we love him when he likes himself and we worry about him when he's the bastard. Like family or something.