Family

I am one of those lucky people/ wierdos that ACTUALLY love love loves my family. I would rather spend time with them than anyone else. If I could bring on thing with me to a desert island in the middle of the ocean it would be my family. For reals yo. And the older I get, the more alike we become. Especially my cousin Elizabeth and I. We are the two pale blonds in a row of tan brunettes. We are also the only ones in the family that seem to appreciate literature like OK magazine and programming like millionaire matchmaker. If it wasn't for Elizabeth I'd maybe think I was kidnapped into this family of dark beauties who read Jane Austen and watch BBC specials. But we do ALL heart enough quirky things that make us feel like family. We are kick ass croquet players, can cook/ bake with our eyes closed, love the ocean something bad, appreciate greasy mexican, and have a soft spot for Disneyland. I mean seriously folks, how could you not love these people.

I just wrapped up 2 weeks crammed in a two bedroom cottage with twelve of them. We were head to two from wall to wall and could not have been happier. We got some great photo ops most likely involving ice ream or lobster since events seemed to center around one or the other. I promise to share them soon.