Because my sister and her
family spent Christmas Eve in New Orleans she wanted to do a family
Christmas at her house the day after Christmas.
The Youngest had to work,
again, and the Island King had a photo shoot that morning so as soon
as he got back from his shoot we loaded the car and drove to Perdido
Key.
My parents, Aunt and Uncle
and lots of extended family were there and even though my sister
looked exhausted we had a really good time.
My BIL smoked a prime rib
and my Dad brought a turkey so we had another delicious dinner.
After dinner my sister and
I were sitting at the table and when it was time to open presents my
Aunt brought us matching boxes.
We opened them to find
this.
Hmm. So my sister gets
alcohol and I get lotion. Does that mean she's a drunk and I'm scaly?
A few minutes later my Aunt handed me another box that looked just
like the first one and I was sure there was rum in there.
Just as I started to open
it she grabbed it and said “I messed up – this one is for your
sister”
My name was written
clearly on the tag but she insisted that was a mistake.
So my sister opened the
present and it contained a bottle of lotion like the one I got.
Which gave us both a good
laugh because she's a drunk AND she's scaly.
The Oldest Island Boy said
later that watching me and my sister sitting there whispering and
laughing made him laugh because even though he couldn't hear what we
were saying he's sure we were making inappropriate remarks.
I will neither confirm nor
deny that but I can tell you that no one makes me laugh as hard as my
sister does.
He wanted to know what we
were talking about but I told him that I can't say because not
everyone has the same sense of humor that we do.
Which prompted the Island
Girl to tell me that I should pull a Jackie O move and write a book
which is not to be released until I'm dead. That way my kids can
enjoy mine and my sister's humor without me having to worry about
making anyone mad.
It's not a bad idea
because there are some stories that my mother would KILL me for
repeating but that are absolutely hilarious.
My sister and her family
were tired from their trip and my BIL had to be at work early the
next morning so everyone packed up and left pretty early.
But, just as everyone was
getting ready to leave my Mom decided she wanted a boatload of
pictures of everyone in front of the tree.
We were wrangling kids and
people were trying to load their cars so it was extremely chaotic. At
one point I was posing for a picture with Mom and my sister and I was
laughing at the chaos and said under my breath that I was having
trouble maintaining with all of the hullabaloo. My Mom asked what I'd
just said and my BIL's sister said “She says she needs drugs!”
and then snapped the picture.
The look on Mom's face cracks me up because it's a combination of a “smile for the camera” and “is she serious?”
We may have been in the
car longer than we were at her house but I can tell you it was worth
every minute of it.
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