When you are here, you're family

Another family fest with the boyfriend’s nutty brood. Can you guess where?

I told you I’m keeping a list of things overheard when I’m with them (I’ve decided most of them revolve around the youngest bro.)

• Bro: “Ughhh…I’m going to throw up. Can’t stop eating.” (he was serious too.)
• Me: “Bro, do you want the rest of my cake?”  Bro: “No, I can’t even finish mine.” Me: “Then stop eating.” Bro: “I can’t. I must eat everything in front of me.” Me: “Then I’m taking it away from you.”
• Cling. Cling. Cling. (The sound of the boyfriend and bro having a butter knife fight.)
• Plop. (The sound of an Andes Mint landing in the boyfriend’s wine glass. Guess who put it there?)

Gertie also got to play with Lily to her heart’s content yesterday. The boyfriend’s dad has figured out that Gertie’s favorite inside game is throwing the tennis ball, but you must make it bounce for her enjoyment.

I wouldn’t know much about throwing things for Gertie inside due to the spacial limitations of my closet-sized apartment. (Not for long!)

Speaking of spacial limitations, I told you about the little Happy Hour which I planned on the day of my friend Ging’s birthday and then proceeded to invite all of our mutual friends.

Well that happens to be tonight. It will be fun getting everyone together. And by together, I mean, well, it’s a good thing we are close friends.