I have like 15 different grandmothers. I don't know exactly how that works, but they all came this weekend. Family get-togethers are always interesting, my dad fires up the grill and my mom shows off the pictures she took of the conveyor belt at the airport. I'm not making this up. If my mom isn't the worst photographer ever, she's at least in the Top 5 with potential to move up. I was looking at pictures from my sister's graduation ceremony and the arrival of my grandmothers at the airport and I couldn't tell the difference. My favorite thing is that even though she has a digital camera she still presses her face up to look through that little eyehole thing.
The best part of this weekend was that my 15 grandmothers all brought straw hats to give to everyone because apparantly they're in season or something, and everyone in my family is like "Hey! straw hats! Let's put them on!". I was playing baseball outside with my cousin and it was hot, so I walked inside to get a drink and everyone's sitting around talking about Israel and wearing straw hats. It was like being at a scarecrow convention with the guys from The McLaughlin Group.
Here's a conversation that I had with one of my grandmothers.
Grandmother #12: So are you working now?
Me: Yeah, I work in the city.
Grandmother #12: Oh in the city!
Me: Yeah.
Grandmother #12: You drive to work every day?
Me: No, I take the train.
Grandmother #12: You drive a train?
Oh, and there's a carabou statue on top of the refrigerator right next to the Captain Crunch for some reason.
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I wish we did. Everyone was talking about eating carabou just now.
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