Every Sunday we join the family for dinner at my mom's house. We eat at 5:00 pm, but everyone gets there a little bit early and then after dinner we hang out all night. It seems that each and every Sunday though, we fall into the same routines. Everyone sits in the same spots, does the same stuff, and we talk and laugh, and some of us (dad!) snore a bit.
Last night I decided to do a quick run through the house to photograph everyone in their designated spots.
Last night we ate dessert first. Cherry dump cake, a family favorite.
That handsome brother of mine, who will never tweet me back because he says twitter isn't for conversations even though he twits back all the other people he tweets with, doing his hard math problems for his math teacher who, whenever anyone asks her a question says, "My husband is nearly blind!"
The super smart math teacher sister helping the handsome brother with his hard math problems.
All the little chillin's with grandma ma. Usually, they are in the basement playing air hockey, pirate dinosaurs, or watching bull riding. Last night they were all playing Elmo in Grouch land on the computer.
The over 30 men's crowd watching football, reading tweets about football, sleeping through football, and making work appointments for the next day while watching football. Once football ends, they'll find something else to watch, usually ESPN classic or some "fat guy eating greasy food" show.
And then, there's me. Last night, like most Sunday nights, I don't really have a crowd. I float. I'm too dumb to do math. I'm too lazy to entertain the kids (though Molly wog did sit on my lap for like 15 minutes, a record, to watch Elmo movies on my phone). I'm too disinterested to watch football. I'm too unemployed to talk about taxes. Sometimes I'll color a picture.