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Surprise relatives

After work the other night, I went to my parents house, as I needed to take care of some stuff in OC during the day. When I walked in the house, I was hit with the smell of coffee, a definite rarity in my mom's house. An old man I don't recognize is sitting at the dining room table, drinking his coffee and reading the paper.

I had a brief moment of "am i in the right house? did they sell it while I was gone?" thinking.

Come to find out that my Great-Aunt Nancy and Great-Uncle Doyle, who I haven't seen in 14 years, showed up on my mom's doorstep the other day, in the middle of their summer travels and needing a place to stay for a couple nights. Much rearranging was done very quickly, and they camped out in my brother's room, my brother moved to the up-stairs couch, and I got shuffled to the small guest room. No big deal, though, it all worked out. Only Flea was slightly traumatized.

It was really nice to see them. Last time I saw them, my mom and I travelled to their ranch in Texas for a family reunion/barbeque. This time, they were amazed to find that I am now a vegetarian. Pictures were taken of me looking awesome in my scrubs, me and my mom, me and my brother (who I don't think had ever met them before, and was even more weirded out than I was). We all bonded over old country music. I left for work that night with an invitation to come stay at the ranch anytime, which I may or may not take them up on. I probably should, they're old and will die soon.

My mom embarrassed me by telling them all about my eyeball collection. Of all things to discuss over dinner ...

Have I mentioned that I love <3 my new job?

Well, I do. I'm seriously thinking about going over full time.



( 4 made me bleed — cut me )
Feb. 17th, 2007 02:52 am (UTC)
They're probably very proud of you and your eyeballs.
Feb. 17th, 2007 03:08 am (UTC)
I don't think "proud" would be quite the appropriate word ...
Feb. 17th, 2007 03:11 am (UTC)
Well... *shhh* Let's pretend that our parents are proud of us. *G*
Feb. 17th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC)
I think my mom is, on occasion, proud of me. But she prefers to talk about the things that disgust her instead ... my hair, my eyeball collection, my choices of friends ...
( 4 made me bleed — cut me )

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