My family is crazy. Yeah I know, everyone's family is crazy, but yours doesn't need a flow chart to explain and it doesn't blend convicted felons, watermelon salesmen, Baptist missionaries and orthodox Jews. You didn't move 29 times and go to 8 different high schools and your sister isn't really your aunt. Lastly, you didn't have a monkey. I survived all of this and now I live in South Florida around a bunch of lunatics in a place where (like Hemingway said) the lawns are wide and the minds are narrow. Everyone I know is insane and I write about them all while trying to finish my MFA, eating macaroni and cheese and taking care of my parent's dog who stinks real bad. I also seem to attract an unusually high amount of lunatics and if something strange is going to happen, it will pretty much always happen around me. Some people accuse me of writing magical realism, but I write the truth. I think I just see the magic in the real (and the humor too)
Luckily the bulk of the monkeys didn't move in until I moved out. (I was replaced by monkeys? I'm not sure what that says about me or my family.) I was and am still not a fan of the monkeys. They are loud, mean and dirty. It's funny because when people hear that we had monkeys, they usually think it's incredibly cool. And then I just look at them like they are nuts. ;)
Okay, I can't match you point for point, but my family does contain both convicted felons and Baptist missionaries. I only went to one high school, but I moved 35 times by the time I was 20. And we not only had a monkey, we had multiple monkeys because my grandfather is a traveling carnie doing gigs as an organ grinder.
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Reading your blog's header triggered a thought, which led to my own post today. I hope you don't mind that I linked to your blog.
Todah,
Kate