My Weekend with THE FAM

I've been gone and here's the exclusive...lol as if I were famous. My maternal grandfather's funeral was this weekend so most of the fam got together. Before I go any further I just gotta talk about the huge massive congregation that is the Wallace family. My mom is one of seventeen. SEVENTEEN!!! One, seven people. Here's a list of the aunts and uncles with the number of kids (I know of anyway); I can't even remember all their names but I'll try: Queena-1, Isabella-0, Rose-3, Margaret-2, Nita-6, Charlene-3, Lucille-2, Audrey-1, Tom-?, Eugene-?, Harry-?, Dorothy-?, Ted-0, Abraham-8, "Sunny"-3 and "Skip"-2 (can't remember the real names). Don't even think those are in order either. Most of my cousins are in their twenties. I'm part of the baby half, though sadly. It didn't matter this weekend though. We hadn't all been together like that since we were small, so naturally this weekend was off the chain. Even though our parents are devout, most of us cousins are hard partiers. Some of the stuff we did will forever be hilarious. Like when Rico showed everybody his funky shaped big toe. We cried laughin. Another funny thing that happened was when my cousin Cornelius jumped in the hotel pool with all his clothes on and then doggy paddled to the side to get out. Anyway this all happened after the funeral which seem long while I was there and short after it was over. It was a beautiful all white service. I loved seeing my family fresher than fresh. It hurt to see my family cry, but I couldn't bring myself to drop a tear. Except when this dude got up to say some words about my grandpa and no one could understand a word he said. For some reason I couldn't stop laughing. But hey I'm just weird like that, I guess. I might put up some pix later, but I gotta go through 'em first...Peace.