Family Love

We hosted the first of three turkey dinners I'll be attending this weekend last night. It was pretty good, all in all. Mark came over, and after dinner we had a walk in the field and he reminiced about when he was younger and the games they used to play in Broughton-Asley. It was quite fun listening to his stories. I love listening to people's stories. I don't know why, but something about it just facinates me. After all the family went home, Mark and my parents and I watched Hook, fabulous movie that it is. One day, I shall have a Peter Pan day and watch all the Peter-Pan type movies. Anywho, Mark went home, and I went to beddy-bye.

Today's dinner was aight. We went to my grandma's a little earlier because mum and I had to help cook and everything because neither of my grandparents are feeling all that well, so we helped out. The first thing I get when I walk in is:

"Let me look at you! Are you keeping the weight off?"

Thanks granmda, it's questions like that that let me know you really love me. Mind you, I shouldn't be complaining as she gave me $50. And then, as I was trying to get everyone dessert after dinner, my Uncle Don was all:

"Hey, Mary! This spoon is too big! I can't eat with this!"

And how is this my problem? I volunteered to fetch him a smaller spoon and got a "well, ya" in thanks. Can you feel the love? I was also told to "hit [him] up" with a couple glasses of water throughout the night. Lovely. And I helped grandma clean up the kitchen after, as per usual. And once again, I am the only grandchild to do so. No wonder my grandma likes me best.

But I suppose, at the end of the day, my family is still my family and I have to love them anyway. Doesn't mean I have to like them though.