A few weeks ago, my dad’s side of the family held a Family Reunion. Unfortunately, my invitation got lost in the mail. Fortunately, I have spies everywhere.
My grandfather is the one wearing the cool glasses. He’s standing next to his brother, whose name I TOTALLY know, but am not saying out of respect for his privacy.
There’s my Aunt Ann. She’s the one feeling silly that she forgot to wear her matching USA shirt. I have no idea who any of the other people are. How should I know? Someone ought to arrange a meeting. We could all get together, the whole family, maybe eat some food and connect. I should look into that.
My Aunt Faye is in the purple, next to the AWESOME lady in the orange hat. Go UT! Those other people are no relation, they’re just crashing it for the food.
Oh, this is cool. Every year they bring out my baby pictures. It’s a big hit. I was a BEAUTIFUL baby. My great-uncle, (name withheld INTENTIONALLY) is pointing out one of my many Toddlers and Tiara wins.
The reunion wouldn’t be complete without music from my Uncle Ralph. He’s Cousin Brian’s dad. Hey! There’s Brian, too. You know, I haven’t heard or seen Brian since…hmmm, oh yeah, since my post about him. Darn, I would have liked to have gone. I wonder who was in charge of invites.