Down The Rabbit Hole

I love my husband’s family, don’t get me wrong. I’ve known them all now for ten years, and they’ve always been warm and welcoming and generally wonderful to me. They all have their quirks, but, hey, who doesn’t, right? They are some of the funniest, most generous people I know.

However, spending five days with all of them under one roof on top of a mountain in Albuquerque is an exercise in mental stability. From the discussion of anal sex at the Christmas Eve dinner table (complete with hand gestures and sound effects - I thought their Grandma’s head was going to explode), to the game of keep-away with mom’s gun (while driving, mind you - have you ever seen that episode of the Simpsons where Bart says that it’s time to repress another memory and keeps telling himself that he’s at Disneyland? I was right there with him at that point. “I’M AT DISNEYLAND”), it was nonstop hi-larity, I tell ya.

But it wasn’t all sodomy and firearms. We had a lot of fun, too. Ate a ton of AMAZING food (Hawk’s mom is a kick-ass cook and she did it up right. Her raspberry cake is to die for.), watched some movies, had a lot of good talks. Hawk’s brothers can make me laugh harder than just about anyone else on the planet.

And I did come away with a good haul - including this and this and this. And my in-laws’ dogs are awesome. I spent lots of time giving Molly belly rubs and rubbing Cody’s ears.

Even though it’s very very different from the kind of family gettogether I’m used to with my parents and brother, it was the same in that everyone so enjoyed being together and loves each other so much.