8th
Dinner win.
We are such a dysfunctional yet perfectly awesome family.
Last Saturday’s teachable moment: How do you know your friends have become family? Well: Dinner involves getting really smackered together and yelling at each other about really asinine things, like how everyone else’s Texas Hold ‘Em rules are TOTALLY WRONG. Then, one friend falls asleep in the closet standing up, and we all know s/he’ll be all good, because we have seen this sort of thing before and can respond with an informed, “Ohhh…It’s just so-and-so…s/he’ll be fiiiiiiiiiiiine.” And s/he is! But when one friend tries to sleep on the actual bed, bored with the insufferable poker game, we insist s/he come be engaged and engaging, because co-misery makes the most familial company. Suffer together or not at all! So, to complete the cycle of fulfillment, we agree to make a regular thing out of this shenanigan of an evening, because really, nothing is more important than these asses.
