Christmas break is notorious for bringing families together but, what everyone knows but no one ever says is that it is also notorious for making you want to become an alcoholic. After spending all day returning and buying new shiny objects at target in the pouring down rain my mother decides that i was having a bad make-up day so in the middle of the store she pulls out a "tissue" and viciously wipes off my $12.99 wal mart blush. She than hands me the "tissue" to dispose of, to only find that the "tissue" was a mini maxi pad that my mother found in the bottom of her purse. And that's what started the day off.
Chinese food was soon to follow when the youngest ordered chicken nuggets and french fries. Mom found out that her Chinese figure was a boar, which greatly depressed her through out dinner while dad told stories about eating puppies in Korea. If ever there was a resemblence to "A Christmas Story" and their Christmas dinner night, eating duck instead of turkey, our Chinese night was it.
If that wasn't enough my father decides that a good game of Mexican train Dominoes would be a good idea to break the tension. Three hours later of screaming, yelling, brought us to our family bonding night. Mariah is making up rules as she goes and proclaiming them as truths, Samuel, the boyfriend, had a hard time not making sterotype, racist jokes because... we were playing Mexican train. Dad is yelling and asking why we cant just get along and mom stops all of the screaming with asking... "where the hell are my crackers?!"
I love the show Keeping Up With the Kardashians but sometimes i wonder if i am in my own reality tv show.
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