So, I've officially decided my family is crazy. In a good, highly amusing way, but I think it's genetic. I just spent much of the night with my family at my aunt and uncle's house with my grandpa... we're so funny. We spent dinner making wisecracks and puns, joking about French and American culture (my uncle is full-blooded French, so it's totally legal), and scarfing mints and brownies in weird ways, after making faces out of the food.
We then proceeded to playing a card game called "Crazy Louie", where you make bets about how many tricks you can trump that round. The game was replete with sounds of "ohh-ing" and "doh-ing", and making loud obnoxious noises when someone got too cocky and bid a lot more than they actually got. The end round of Crazy Louis consists of passing just one card to each player, then betting whether or not you have the highest trump card... the catch is that you can't look at your card, but have to hold it on your forehead while the other players look at you and gauge if your card would possibly be higher than theirs. It looks absolutely ridiculous; therefore, perfect for my family. We polished off the night with a slideshow of my family's trip to St. George, and couldn't stop laughing as every single picture had something bizarre about it. We've decided that we should make a calendar, with the full 365 days, of the weird faces my little sister makes, because she probably has at least that many different goof faces, if not more. We have pictures of how contorted we can make our hands look, how long our tongues are (it seems to be genetic) and how wide my mom's side of the family can spread our toes.
We're so weird. I love it.
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