Entry for June 29, 2007

We had our big family cookout tonight. It's all the family, my mom's brother's, sisters and all their children and *their* families....quite a few people. We had less this time than any other time, and there were 48 people there....and I didn't take a single picture. Shame on me.
It rained just about when everyone had finished eating, and we had to move it indoors, so it was kinda good there weren't too many people there. A bunch of us sat around the kitchen table listening to the FUNNIEST stories...
Here's one...
My cousin's wife (CW hereafter) told this on herself: She ran out to the store for a quick stop, and when she came back outside, she went to a *blue* car and opened the drivers side door. She noticed some papers on the back seat, and thought, "Oh, BIL must have dropped off some papers we're supposed to be taking to someone." So she opened the back door and picked up the papers and looked at them...she said she didn't remember what they said, she just sort of skimmed them, and then she noticed a box of chicken in the floor of the car...she (as she said) being in "moron mode" thought, "Oh, FIL must have dropped off some leftovers for us." and she opened the box and broke off a piece of biscuit and popped it in her mouth. Then she looked across the parking lot, and there was her car. She swallowed the bite of biscuit when she saw her car...and panicked....just shut the doors and leave? what if someone saw her? Then she saw a woman coming from the store right toward her...and CW standing there with both the doors open....the woman came up, and CW said, "I thought it was my car." the woman goes, "So I see." CW says, "I ate some of your biscuit...how much for the biscuits?" the woman says, "well, they came with the meal." and CW pulls a dollar out of her pocket and hands it to her, and goes off to her car. I was dying laughing while she was telling it, because I could just imagine the other woman telling HER family about it at their next cookout...."some crazy woman, eating my biscuits and reading my papers!"
Then there was my cousin's story of the time she and her two dd's were going yard selling one morning. She made a large cup of tea to take with them, but didn't have a lid for the cup, and it spilled a little into the tape deck when she pulled out. She got a napkin and tried to dry it, but couldn't get it in far enough, so she put the napkin on the end of a pen and pushed it in, but when she went to pull it out, the lid came off, so she stuck her hand in. And her hand got stuck. She was sitting at a stop sign, and couldn't drive, because it was a stick shift, so she was...well, quite stuck... She put her other hand out the window, and waved the cars behind her on, and she and her little girl pulled and pulled, and they could not get her hand out. A van pulled up behind her, and she told her dd (she was about 7 then) that she would have to go and ask if they had any lotion. The little one went to the window, knocked and said, "Do you have any lotion?" The woman pulled out a HUGE bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion out and handed it to her....she carried it back to my cousin, who got some and slathered it on her hand, which came sliding right out, then the little one carried it back, and said, "Thank you". I was just cracking up, wondering what that woman was thinking..."Suddenly they realized their hands were just TOO DRY to go anywhere."
We had a lot of fun. When it started raining, the kids didn't want to come in. After about 10 minutes of really hard rain, my girls, dripping water appear and ask, "Mom, is it okay if we get wet?" I was like, it's a little late, isn't it? I did ask them to stay in as long as it was lightening, so they took their wet selves upstairs and played until the storm had passed.
They are spending the night up there with mom tonight. They, Kiera and one other little cousin. When I left they hugged me and said, "Bye, Mom, I love you." and the other little cousin did too.