I shouldn't complain. While we've certainly had drama over the years (I mean, who hasn't had their own brother arrested?) my family is for the most part very nice and normal. In a way I wish we were all a bit more nasty-- it's hard for others to grasp the subltety of my family's form of warfare.
Let's take last Christmas, for example. My father's wife Karen (which, any child with a remarried parent will tell you is different from a step-parent) gave me some extra-special gifts.
Karen: Harper, this is for you.
Harper: Karen, thank you- it's the Van Morrison CD I wanted... But, what is this post-it note on it?
Karen: The post-it was to let you know that it's regifted. I already had the CD so I thought I'd give it to you. Open this one next!
Harper: Oh look, it's a book with another post-it reading "This has been regifted."
Karen: The cover may be a litte warped because I read it in the bathtub.
I admit that from time to time we take some creative license with this blog. I wish I could say that I had invented this scene, mostly because I wish I had never held a book that my father's wife had perused while soaking in the bathtub. But it's all true, down to the post-it notes.
Wish me luck during my family vacation. Anyone out there have equally horrifying family tales they'd like to share?