My dad is hands-down one of the funniest people I know.
And he doesn’t even try. Which is probably the reason that he is so funny.
He just says things, small things, (like Peep!) or does stupid little things (like wear my mother’s glasses while ordering his meal at a restaurant or race home to watch Y&R) that can cause you to roar for hours even days afterwards. It’s just his way.
Funny Dad. Supportive Mom. Cranky Sister (it’s the age—I’m sure!).
I’m blessed with a huge extended family and a pretty close-knit “home” family (what do you call the family that lives with you??) We’re crazy. We yell. We fight. We laugh. We hug. We cuddle. Did I mention we yell? We’re family.
And I can’t help but say, how blessed I really am.
Thanks Liz (for the text that prompted this post---she’s somehow jealous of this craziness) for making me realize this once again!