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So it was mother's day yesterday, yeh? so here's what my family did:

Ordered pizza, watched tennis, and chilled. Today we might go out and golf! If it stops raining. Heck, maybe even if it doesn't.

They wouldn't have it
any other way, either.
We're a bit odd. We barbecued Easter dinner, for heaven's sake. But I love them, mostly. I dunno if it's because they're my family and I have to love them or if they're my family and I can't help but love them. They raised me, helped make me who I am, and have always been a bit kooky about it. So it's what I've come to expect, to enjoy about them.

After a quarter century of this, it seems a bit normal to me. If I say "...and I wouldn't have it any other way" it's probably because I don't know any other way they could be and still be the people I've known and loved for 25 years. It just wouldn't be them to be any other way, and that's why I like it.

Because our oddness feels like family to me.
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