Tis the season to party incessantly, isn’t it? And so much festivity packed into such a short time is bound to be filled with bloggable moments.
One such moment occurred this weekend when we went to an annual party with a crazy offshoot of extended family.
These are the kind of people who:
- Burst into song, any old time at all.
- Perform the nativity play each year (with costumes) at the aforementioned party.
- Screech into your driveway on Thanksgiving and flash mob you, Gangnam Style.
- Do The Tebow en masse as they walk down the street.
- When hearing a police helicopter over their house, they run to the window to see how close it is. If it’s close, they rush to their car yelling, “Tight circle! Tight circle!”
In other words, they’re a hoot. I adore these people.
We missed the party last year because I was suffering through the end of my bout with shingles and didn’t have the energy.
So the question this year was, of course, WHERE WERE YOU? Then we had to explain shingles and the following conversation ensued with various cousins:
Cousin #1: What exactly is shingles?
Me: It’s a flare-up of the chicken pox virus and it attacks along a nerve.
Unidentified commenter: I know people like that.
Cousin #2: Which nerve?
Me: It could be anywhere. Unfortunately, I got mine on my head, so my greater occipital nerve was on fire everywhere. But some people get it by their heart, or along their ribs. I know one lady whose grandma got it on her upper thigh and her hoo-hah.
Cousin #2: WHAT? Her hoo-hah…as in her vajayjay?? Gah!
Cousin #1: Whoa! TMI alert!! No talking about hoo-hahs. We’re eating.
She looked so alarmed, I let it drop. I sidled up to her later and said, “I didn’t mean to freak you out with the hoo-hah story. I’m sorry.”
She said, “Oh, I’m fine with it! We’re a ‘hoo-hah friendly’ family, you know.”
[Note: Since there’s fifteen girl cousins and only two boys, I’d kinda figured that out.]
Me: I swear, y’all are soooo bloggable.
And I’d thought she looked alarmed before…
What about your family parties? Any bloggable moments or faux pas? What about those conversations you’re trying to forget? Enquiring minds LOVE to know these things here at More Cowbell!