Here in Indiana, memorial day is known for the Indy 500. Now, we can't actually watch it on T.V because they don't show it, they want us to go see it. So, all us lazy people listen to it on the radio.
I also suppose Memorial Day is for family picnic things. Though my Social Studies teacher says its to remember soldiures. Yeah, we'll do that too.
Anyhoo, I was forced to go spend family bonding time with an assortment of deranged relitives I'm pretty sure I'm not related to. Really, I think people off the street just stoped by for food.
Which was kinda dumb becase they didn't even have cake. I'm making sure there is cake next time.
The only good thing was this was the OTHER family.. Meaning, not realted to my mom, not the Ancestors, not snooty, not filthy rich, *With acceptions* and not proper.
With the mothers family you 'dress' for dinner, you use the wrong fork and your shunned. I'm not kidding, just ask Cousin Eddy, or better yet, don't. He's kinda off these days.
With the OTHER family, we find it best not to use forks. Mind you, these people were most likly fun at one point in their life, but now they are old, or they are young, and gosh darn I'm quite the outsider.
But oh was it fun watching people fish for 6hrs.
But Patrick got third/forth in the race!
...Yum..French Fries..
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