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I love my family. Seriously.
I love my family. Seriously.
Last night was the weekly dinner ritual, with some extra people and celebration thrown in for Patrick's birthday. I was there most of the afternoon, anyway, because I was really hung over from my overindulgence on Saturday night and wanted to watch cable and drink Gatorade on a really comfortable couch. To digress for a moment, I would like to apologize to anyone who had a conversation with me after 11:00pm that night; I have no idea what I said but I'm sure it was boring and slurred. And thanks to Adam for the sober ride home. (See? I might be dumb, but I'm not stupid.)
So anyway, back to Sunday: my sister Nora is home from school for the summer, which means that the volume, activity and drama level around the house doubles. She's the kind of person that demands your undivided attention from the moment she walks into the room until the moment she's done with you. An example from childhood: at the age of about 3, my mom was in the bathroom and Nora stood outside pounding furiously on the door. My mom, patience stretched very thin, responded with something along the lines of, "Good God, can't I even go to the bathroom in peace?!" To which Nora responded, "Mom, open up this door and get me a damn popsicle." And that was at the age of three. Imagine that personality at eighteen.
Then, there's my dad. We've taken to calling him Ozzy lately, because he's started kind of wandering around the house muttering things. On Sunday, he kept coming into the kitchen, demanding food and just generally annoying my mom. Then he started trying to "help" which resulted in him putting a plastic cutting board on a hot burner and partially melting it, which of course caused a mild freakout from my mom. She pratically beat him out of the kitchen with a baguette.
Like I said, I love my family. Remind me to tell you about the time we tried to take a family picture for the Christmas card. I'll give you a hint: since then, my mom just asks each of us for a recent photo of ourselves and makes a little collage with it.
Posted May 20, 2002 9:42 PM | On This Day: 2004 2003