Life has, I think, gone back to 'normal' around here.

Nana passed away. The race was on between her and the pope but she kicked his ass by a few days. I figure she must have front row seats for his arrival in heaven.The day before she died she asked to see my kids and I and even managed to blow us a kiss with one foot in the grave. It was all very sweet but I am sure it pissed off the rest of the family having her (meaning me) see Nana last. Should have sucked up more loooooosers.

Easter dinner was interesting. We spent it with the Atkins in-laws who proudly announced that "they will be on Atkins forever" Any diet that offers up cheese for breakfast is suspect. Of course the lardos love it, it allows them to gorge themselves on fat in the name of good health.
So Sue, my step-mother-in-law makes a giant dinner and five minutes into it my father-in-law discovers that one of the 500 sinks in their house is backing up a bit. It becomes imperative that he deal with it right then.

Why? We don't know.

So he is rushing around all sweaty with a headlamp on his forehead, shirt half tucked in, ordering my husband under the house to check out this and that. Sister in law is tanked and babbling incoherently about the British and how "they only look like a documentary" ? Her husband is actually sleeping at the table and for some reason we are all acting like this is totally normal.

I love family dinners (other people's more than mine). As my mother would say "no blood in the driveway means a successful family get together".