Family Fuud

Dad spent Friday with his twin siblings and Uncle George, taking a 2.5-hr sightseeing tour of DC in the top of a doubledecker bus (no hats, no sunscreen), but got back to Woodbridge in time for us to show them Hard Times Cafe, the local chili place that probably qualifies as our hangout. Only the Stlaskes got theirs with beans and the Californian got his with parmesan cheese instead of cheddar. So you can't bring these people anywhere.

Saturday I took the kids to run some errands while it rained on and off, before it stayed in the "off" long enough for us to hold the family reunion BBQ officially, courtesy of the Boivins' presence as well as another Gottrich Uncle, Rick and his wife Jeanie. Hadn't seen them since 2001. They haven't aged a flake.

Despite the fact that I seem to have lost the ability to successfully cook hamburgers (0-for-2 this season), there was still plenty of food and gifts for Dad, still dead chuffed that his family had come all this way to celebrate with him. We stuck some candles in Mrs. Boivin's bundt cake and sang Happy Birthday to the twins for good pile-it-on celebratory measure, before finally breaking the kids away from all the madness to let them* get some sleep.

*all the old people, I mean.