Sisters, et al...

My sister insists that her family, me included in that family, are all nut jobs. I tend to agree with her as far as her sister and her mother are concerned. But I believe that she puts me in the same category. I’m sure that’s not fair. ESPECIALLY since she acts like she isn’t one of us.

This weekend was my niece’s baby shower. The family was mostly there. Shell wasn’t drunk, yet, The Queen was fairly civil, and Big Daddy was hiding out in the closet with his duffel bag. Am blew in and the storm began. Not necessarily BECAUSE of Am, but with her snapping pics of all of us at our most beautiful, you can’t help but wonder if that’s what started it all.

My niece started the crying, hormones, sciatica, whatever… *slam* My other niece thought that it was her fault that the baby banged her head and SHE started crying. *slam* Then my OTHER niece forgot her soccer stuff and Am had to yell and made HER cry. *slam* The Punk was already in a sensitive mood, so all the tension set HER off. *slam*

Ten minutes later, Am, all her girls, and the Guest of honor were gone along with all the other guests. So here we are, The Queen, The Punk, The Baby, Shell and I, all sitting around the table with a cake. Hmmm… had I known, Rocky and I could have snuck this back to his kennel and polished it off ½ hour ago! I know it’s not proper to cut the cake without the Guest of Honor, but COME ON, she left! So, we cut into the cake! Mmmm… was good. We all had a piece or three, ok, Shell and The Queen did, The Baby and I barely had one and she made a mess out of it, so not sure it counts.

We cut the cake that we had to cut the tension in the room with. I can better understand Shell now. I need a beer!