If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you’ll be going, ‘you know, we’re alright. We are dang near royalty.’
Jeff Foxworthy
If I blogged about nothing but my family I could probably have enough material to post 3 times a day. Seriously. For example. My brother sent me a text the other day.
This is my brother. He’s wearing his Canada Day outfit. He’s a proud Canadian.
These are more relatives. I’m hard pressed to see any resemblance.
Another relative…check out the hook.
And then you have my brother…
He still has a thing for Ernie and Bert. We don’t talk about it though.
One of my great-grandfather’s brothers was a dwarf (little person?) and he married a dwarf (little person?). I had no idea until last year. I could carry the gene!
Really? I’m afraid to ask too many questions about my family tree.