So we're all together, the whole family. Mom and dad, Shaina and Uncle Mike who's a bit creepy, a hapless result of being a bachelor for too many years, and my brother and his girlfriend. This girlfriend scares the shit out of us. She's just so normal you know? Good grades, sweet demeanor, I mean she runs for gods sake. We don't run. My brother only started running when he joined the army. And I only started running because well, I wanted to see if I could. And I can, sort of. But not like this chick who runs marathons. Anyways we've set up the room downstairs for her and while she's lying down we negotiate amongst ourselves about the dolls my mom has hanging on the walls in there. There are a lot of dolls. And of course we have to comfort mom that she's not weird and scary but the dolls are.
And they are. They really are.
I mean the walls are covered in dolls, and the shelves, and some parts of the ceiling. Right? It's kinda weird and scary. And my brother's girlfriend has to sleep in there. So we're maybe just going to take them all down for the week.
