THE J103 INTERN BLOG
To fully understand the story I am about to tell you there
is a bit of background information you need to know. Every other year my dad's
side of the family has a family reunion in Florida. I know most family reunions
are tagged as time you get together with family that you barely know and
hear all of them say how big you have grown. You then spend the better part of
a few hours struggling to make conversation with your third cousin, while
trying to figure out how they are related to you. Then you sigh
that sigh of relief when it's finally time to go. Well, it is time to erase that
visual from your head and let me create a new picture.
I have had the fortune to grow up close to my extended family and get to know them pretty well, so when family reunion rolls around it becomes one big party. The days are spent having bocce ball tournaments on the beach, while the wee hours of the morning are spent in a constant game of Risk or Settlers of Catan. Every other night we all gather in a clubhouse to enjoy a hot meal and devotion by one of the three branches of my dad's side. The off nights are spent with immediate family and a cousin's night out. What this means is that all of the older cousins go out to dinner without the kids. Well we are not exactly kids anymore, so my generation of cousins have started our own cousins night out. This usually consists of food, playing a prank on the older generation, and then going mini golfing to give us an alibi.
Four years ago, we came up with the brilliant idea to TP the house of the only bachelor left in the older generation, Christian. My cousins and I made a trip to the dollar store for a lifetime supply of toilet paper and came out with not only toilet paper but a blow up kid's pool, a few packets of the pills that turn into to sponge animals, and a pair of granny panties. When we returned to the house we deviously started to TP the outside of the house when we discovered that the sliding door had been left unlocked. We had extra toilet paper left so why not TP inside of the house as well. In the midst of our devious act my great aunt happened to walk by. She looked as us and said, "I did not see anything," and continued on her way. To add some finishing touches to our masterpiece we put the kid's pool on the roof right above the door and filled it with water and taped the granny panties to the front door, then immediately went mini golfing.
While we were golfing we all started getting texts from our parents about how they have called the cops and that the mean lady in the neighborhood has called the Home Owners Association to report the incident. We could not figure out if they were joking or not and we got a little worried. We should have known that our parents were just returning the prank. This is definitely a memory that will not be forgotten.
I hope some other cousins will write their memories.
See you in St Augustine July 7th.
Granddad and Grandmother Miller