Friday night my father informed me,
that we'd be
hosting a dinner for 30 or so,
obscure and not,
relatives on Saturday night.
My reaction was much like Emperor Kuzco
when strapped to a log
careening over a rolling river of death,
about to go over a huge waterfall
with undoubtedly sharp rocks at the bottom,
"[pause] Bring it on. [yells as they go over] BOOOOOO-YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
And so we hosted it,
I cooked up a storm,
And everything turned out awesome!
This is my cousin Steve with his wife Debbie,
and my pistol wielding grandmother.
The cousins from Oklahoma, who aren't so obscure anymore.
