The Weekend Reunion

The Weekend Reunion Last weekend, my grandparents had their 40th wedding anniversary. The family decided that was a good excuse for a reunion. Almost all of Grandma and Grandpa’s kids and grandkids gathered for a weekend of jam-packed family fun. We drove the 250 miles to Morristown Friday afternoon. There were seven of us in the car: my mom and stepdad, me, my little sister Bobo, my brother Billy, my stepbrother Dan, and Dan’s friend Mike. We brought our cat, Whiskers, who hates to travel. That meant nonstop yowls the whole way there. When I said “jam-packed,” I really meant it. Grandma and Grandpa’s house has three bedrooms. Well, there were 17 of us there Friday night, and 22 on Saturday, and that doesn’t count the four dogs, three cats, six parakeets, and I don’t know how many tropical fish. Basically, it was wall-to-wall kids in sleeping bags in the family room, and a line for the bathroom in the morning. It was total chaos. As you can imagine, we didn’t get much sleep. I had a blast! The best thing about family reunions is seeing my cousins. Cousins are great because they are always cousins, no matter what. It’s not like a friend who might one day not be your friend anymore. As far as I’m concerned, the more cousins, the merrier! I hope we all get together for Grandma and Grandpa’s 50th! © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt!™ Passage provided under license from Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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