Beers with my siblings in my hometown on Christmas Eve Eve.
Rita was saying how in most families, one of the kids ends up being kind of a religious nut. This didn't happen, thankfully, with us, but I feel like somebody has to get on the get-married-have-kids-buy-a-house train to Normalsville, so that my parents can feel like they raised regular, well-adjusted kids. Seems like the Jesusiest one in the family tends to do that first and no one is stepping up to the plate.
I guess it could be me, but, naw, rain check.
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