Families are funny. Have you ever stopped and thought about how funny families are? Think about your family right now. I told you so. You probably have at least one especially opinionated person in your family, a super sensitive soul (or two), a put your foot in your mouth and offend member, a forgot to take his zoloft dad (did I say dad?), and there we are stuck together in one big group.
Then, you get married. You are in one crazy family and you go and join yourself to another loony bunch. You thought you had life figured out (when mom put the bananas on the fridge--they belonged there of course, dad brought them back to their real home--next to the toaster, naturally) but now you're messed up again. Try to put those two families together and it could be lethal. I know you're thinking about it! What about grandma so and so and so and so's husband! They could never be together!
Never talk about politics with all of these kooks. Put your two most opinionated and offensive people together along with the super sensitive one married to the put your foot in your mouth clown, and you've really got a circus. The opinionated ones love it. They battle and fight--and of course no one wins--and the sensitive one is crying because foot in mouth just offended mom again. What kind of smoothing over will this take now?
As if this wasn't bad enough, crazy and loony have a baby. This baby is connected by blood to both the crazys and the loonys. How have we all surrvived? Clarks watch TV on Sunday, Brimleys drink excessive amounts of Pepsi--I've seen them play face cards too!!, Wells don't. The Wells attend cousin's children's baptism's and the Clarks don't always make it to a neices wedding reception. (It's okay, I'm over it now...) The Brimleys are very protective--Clarks and Wells, not so much. Crazy mom throws away left over food (or wedding cake...sniff, sniff) if it has been left in the fridge more than 24 hours, while Loony mom will keep it much longer than you hoped it to stay (it's okay, Jed will clean it out if it is left in there for long enough).
But through it all we seem to get along fine. Patterns develop and sensitive souls know to leave the room when politics--or what the appropriate word for poop is, topics--are brought up. Foot in mouth tries hard but continues to offend and be scolded (give him a break, he came from the loopys!) and you better just pray dad took his zoloft when you gather. It might just be fun to see which of these offspring we all decided we were brave enough to create, turn into crazys or loonys. Maybe they'll be croonys. And no doubt, one of them will think he's man enough to challenge uncle so and so on politics, or try to tell grandpa crazy that he shouldn't watch the Simpson's on Sunday. There is beauty all around....