My Brady Bunch

New Year 2011 / Noche Buena

I don’t think I write enough about family. And despite my growing objectionable notions about the conventions of a family (I will just write about this later on when I am able to articulate this better), I do really enjoy my family.

I love the fact that I know I can call my brothers for absolutely anything. I’m pretty sure they’ll take me in even if I’m a fugitive from the police. And if this plays out I will make sure to leave my mom out of this as she is working with the government.

I still do the secret handshake with my girl cousins even if we’re all grownz up.

We love to overshare our toilet practices and we never tire of talking about it. Crumpled in a ball or folded? Someone scampering for the papers to bring in the toilet for some downtime usually prompts this.  And this happens all the time.

I can be such a big brat and be abominably stupid sometimes and they will do the unavoidable tsk tsk and move on and take me in again.

It’s amazing how those years add up indeed. Imagine the constant exposure to them all those years growing up. I’m just so gadawful lucky being around this fantastic atmosphere. And in the picture above, even if that wine we we’re toasting with was absolutely horrible…who cared?