Where The Boys Are........

The Carr boys, that is.....

And, it wasn't Beach Blanket Bingo. It was more like Clockwork Orange....

Listen, you'll have to forgive me, my brain is mush. Blame it on Frankie and Patsy. My father and his demented little brother (well, he has dementia). They did me in yesterday. It was just one thing after another. Between their constant cookie eating and candy munching and their barking banter....it was bedlum here in my little suburban hamlet. And not of the funny-ha-ha kind. It was more like "gee I wonder if my teeth will really crack if I keep gritting them this hard". If one wasn't scaling my staircase, the other one was. If one wasn't in need of another cookie, the other one was. It was just hour after hour of the most inaneness you can imagine. Toni retreated to her room soon after dinner and Vince really did try to stay in the same room with us. But, I think he gave up somewhere between my uncle's announcement that he liked "this restaurant" (our living room) and my father's request that I go to the store to get him prunes. And, we won't even mention my father's absessed tooth that practically wiped me out of Tylenol. My sisters and I have entrusted Vince with that problem today since Denise has the fate of her customers' Thanksgiving hairdos to deal with (she's a hairdresser) and Cathy has to keep the financial world going (she works at a bank) and of course, I have to do what I do. That will surely be the highlight of Vince's Thanksgiving break from his academic life....

Yes, yesterday, the best we could do was laugh. In fact, we did laugh. No, we howled. With tears and everything. As my father was giving a 45 minute speech on the Japanese (don't ask) and my uncle was smoking cigarettes in my dining room (no, we do not allow smoking in the house....)and the TV was so loud you could hear it out on the sidewalk in front of the house, Carmen and I just sat down on the couch and let our bodies release the stress that had been mounting all day. We just laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. It was the only response we could figure that didn't involve knives and baseball bats.

Yes, our Sunday was a circus. But, it's Monday once more. And, as I reflect on the insanity of yesterday, there is one thing that remains clear. I come from good stock. I'm thankful for the Carr blood that runs through my veins. There's no other way I could have got through the day. Or any day for that matter.