...until you get to the part about quoting annie sprinkle during grace. seriously, though, is there anything more frustrating and comfortable than being home for the holidays? i literally can't believe some of the things that are in the cupboards around here, but i also haven't laughed that hard for a long time.
for example. last night at dinner we were listening to johnny cash while we ate our scrambled eggs and velveeta. ray mused, "you know, if you really listen to the lyrics, it's not exactly a ring of fire. more like a cylinder." there was a pause and my father's eyes lit up, whereupon he said rapturously, "that is exactly what i've always thought!"