Tuesday’s Take: Relation Vacation

The dreaded relation vacation…a.k.a. The Family Reunion.

It’s bad enough when it’s your own. Every suspicious person with a drop of blood from your ancestral line in a 500 mile radius shows up. People you forgot you ever met when you were still in diapers seem hurt that you can’t remember them.

When it’s your husband’s family…the stakes are raised. You don’t share blood with these crazies but the man you swore to love forever does. What choice do you have?

So you pack your purse with mace, a large bottle of Excedrin Migraine and off you go.

Picture Sweet Home Alabama V. Deliverance:

Versus

All right…all right. I am no Reese Witherspoon and my husband’s family aren't killer hillbillies but you get the idea.

I will be absent from the blogosphere for a few days. If you don’t hear from me by Tuesday of next week, or you receive an urgent email with the code phrase ‘Do you still hear the lambs, Clarisse?’ please notify the proper authorities.
Tell them I will be the only one wearing mascara and in full possession of all my teeth.

Relation Vacations are not always fun…sometimes they can be fraught with danger. Not the least of which are suffocating hugs, senseless conversations, and strange food.

That’s my take on it.
Warning: Do not attempt to make this much fun of your husband’s family unless you have been married a very, very long time.