Okay, I'm getting ready to go to our every-two-year family reunion. Let me say that going to this compares to, say, putting slivers underneath my fingernails, but I still go nonetheless. The worst part about this one is the brother that is going to be there with the new girlfriend while his kids-from-his-former-marriage walk around like they're zombies or something. Gawd, it's going to horrible. Then there's the cousin that flirts with any man that moves--family or not. Oh, and the uncle that drinks until he starts singing in a loud, off-key voice. Why do we do this to ourselves? If I could think of a way to get out of it I would, but it's expected that we go...just every two years...
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