Saw the family Sunday. It was weird because usually I only have to see their faces once maybe twice a year when there's a holiday involved. This year, it will be thrice because grandma had to turn 82 and we HAD to throw a party consisting of pinwheels, chicken wings, a jello mold (spinach in lemon jello) and a rousing card game. I refuse to get into how screwy my family is because I will fight to the death that my squad is more wacky than yours any day. Point being, my cousin's wife (quick background---34, annoying, just had a child. Sidenote, this is my cousin's second wife, his first turned out to be a lesbian) engages me in a convo about how weird her family was and how she couldn't stand her dad and his side of the fam. Normal conversation? yes. But then she follows with..."Do you know what I mean?" I froze, it was a trap question with a possible inheritance on the line. I could answer with the truth and say yes in fact I do know, but then everyone around me would know how much I despise them or I could deny ever feeling my family was weird. I chose route C: Redirect the question and let her know that yes, I found The Fi's family to be rather displeasurable. It's what any respectable man would do.
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She actually turned 86. You'd think you'd know that after Uncle R's fancy candles. Geez. You're like the worst Grandson ever!
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