<p>Trading nightmares with Mootie: Last night I dreamed that I was beating up 4 teenagers in my garage. They poked holes in my bicycle tire. Nice…</p>
<p>And, Renee --yes, I am very close to my family. So close, in fact, that my dad (whom my youngest sister calls the “sperm donor”) called me last night to talk about the upcoming family brawl/shoot-out (a.k.a. the family reunion) over Memorial Day. I plan to start drinking way ahead of schedule. My sister got me a cottage advertised as the “hunter’s special,” located behind a convenience store. Don’t ask me why it’s called the “hunter’s special,” but I imagine that you can trap a deer, bring it back to your room, have a deer slumber party, and then shoot it. </p>
<p>My sister and her family are staying at the only hotel in town, which happens to be built over the authentic ol’-timey Western saloon. They let you clean your guns in your room. That’s how I ended up with the cottage because I really didn’t want to be accidentally shot through the floor while brushing my teeth. :eek:</p>
<p>Anyhoo, my father and I are so close that when I answered the phone, he said, “Hi, it’s Rey – your dad.” Rey? I’m calling my parent by his first name, now? I should have been able to see this one coming after the last time I saw him, he referred to my mother by the wrong name, Diane, instead of Deanna. They were married for 20 years, but…oh, well. Diane, Deanna, the egg donor, whatever. Fine. Calling a parent by a first name is kind of fun, and it makes it less awkward to ask for a beer. Hey, Rey! Throw me a Bud! </p>
<p>My middle sister seems to have inherited this same ■■■■■■■■ way of identifying herself on the phone.</p>
<p>Hiiiiiiii…it’s your sister, Broooooke. As opposed to my phone technique, Hey, it’s me. I don’t want to talk, but Gramma died. Bye.
We’re 13 months apart, she’s been my sister for 48 years, and I talk to her every week, but I guess, she wants to eliminate any possible chance that I might confuse her with my multitude of friends named Brooke. I might get confused when Brooke Shields calls me to talk about her sequel to, Wanda Nevada. </p>
<p>Rey is going to camp out in the back of his truck. My youngest sister, her Mormon husband, her eighth grade son, and her sophomore daughter are staying at the saloon hotel. The Over-80’s are staying at the family homestead. I’ll be eating pepperoni sticks and drinking beer at the Hunter’s Special. :D</p>