By Thursday we're all crazy. Six days of work often twelve hour days. There's nothing off limits. People's habits and patterns, moods and physical hang-ups, all of it's on display when you live ten of you always together. Mountain fever, and everyones secrets become each other's business. Most of all, we turn it in to reason to laugh.
Our family band is a rap group now. We rotate British or deep South accents until the rapping starts. The rapper is me Mama MC and the rest of them are my clique. Lil Mo she guest raps. Lil PooG she does the ughghghgh noise while Baby Silk repeats everything I say. Sister Holla shouts what what and calls people bitches. Papa Bass is just that, the Papa and Jandro is our bodyguard. Peach Dream drops all the vulgar lines. Some days we dont drop character for hours.
Wait a minute, is everyone picturing Jesus driving the reindeer sleigh?
Category: favorite bears. Who the hell is Boogie Bear? Of course, Yogi's scary cousin who lives under the bed.
Mama, dont talk like that you're turnin my stomach sour.
Category: Favorite Pairs in history, tv or real. Do Dolly Parton's count?
Kingsly, give me back that cigar!
Category: Favorite colors. Eighties Blue!
Now honey, dont forget to practice your kiegels! Just like mama showed you!
There is a bonfire right now right outside the sliding door. I can hear the ukulele and laughing through the glass. For as much as we are together, I can't wait to get out there with everyone. Tomorrow I have a sauna appointment and then am heading north to look at cabins with Em and Nicki. We already have a family band. Like all families we see each other at our worst and dont love each other only for our best. And also, it's hysterical when we sing.
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