Have You Ever Met Someone Who Thought Their Family Was Completely Normal? Me Neither.

Tis the season for graduation parties once again. They all are just a whirlwind over my head, seeing the same people at most of them. I decided to spice up a particular Muffin cousin's fiesta by bringing Colleen. We walked in to Gram and Great-Gram chatting away, cocktails in hand when I introduced her. Shortly followed was an explanation on how Gramma's head sweats when she works in the yard and then the procedure for perms (or "permanents" as she says). G-Gram Marion proceeded to ask us our opinions on the immigration conflict, as we are going to Mexico shortly. When I told her that I didn't think building a retaining wall was the answer, she insisted that I made that up. We carried on outside to find the magician who magically directed us to Ben and Jerry, some old and familiar friends, and their cart of delicious ice cream. Uncle Bill, who was standing a little too close for comfort to the fire insisted that Colleen, though this was the first time he'd met her and probably hadn't heard this story, was always welcome and it was the more the merrier at his casa.