We have our own language. My family. Seriously. Erin is sitting in the chair across the living room and everything she says she puts an L as the first letter. So, "We are having tortillas, cheese, and eggs" becomes "Le lar laving lortillas, lheese, land leggs." We are a weird bunch. My brother-in-law's sister is sitting on the couch next to me with a confused expression on her face while she watches Erin trying to figure this out. Of course, I completely understand Erin's words. We're family.
Yesterday I got up extremely early (9 a.m.) to go to Soulard's Farmer's Market with one of my three roommates. We got tomatoes and other things. Always fun. Then we went to the Japanese Festival at the St. Louis Botanical Gardens. We saw the Candyman and ate Red Bean Ice Cream and Green Tea Ice Cream. I bought a cool fan with a dragon on it. Loads of fun. We got in for free because one of our roommate's mom works somewhere something or other...idk.
Then last night I came over here to my sister Carrie's house. Kind of a sleepover. Carrie, Erin, Michelle, our niece Phoebe, and I. I bought a couple Papa John's pizzas and we ate pizza, played kareoke on the gamecube, then Carrie, Erin, and Phoebe used the Quiji board while Shell and I played Scrabble. Scrabble is an addicting game for someone like me who absolutely loves words.
Anyway, that is a typical Saturday night for me, just hanging out with family. You should have seen us, we was so loud and having a great time, we might as well have been drunk. On the drive home from picking up the pizzas we sang Christmas songs. We had loads of fun making our own lyrics to the 12 days of Christmas.
"On the first day of Christmas my poor husband gave to me, a dead rat in my Christmas tree..."
or "On the first day of Christmas my murdering mother gave to me, Michael Myers next to my Christmas tree..."
Merry Christmas from my family!
