It's also been nice to be closer since we found out about Nana's cancer. I'm not going to be all-sad and depressing about it because, frankly, she is the toughest broad I know and her cancer is probably scared shitless right now. I have total confidence that she'll beat its stupid immortal-cell-having ass.
So anyway, we all went to Nana's, ate popsicles and went fishing, mostly to make ourselves feel better about cancer, because Nana feels fine (and thinks we're all being pussies).
Here is some polaroidal evidence that I was not raised by wolfs and that I have an actual family (extended, even).
This is my father. He passed on one and a half dimples to my face.
My Nana and Poppop have been married for over 50 years. He regularly pats her ass in public and she regularly fawns over how good he looks in cardigans. So...unfortunately here is my proof that sometimes it does last forever. Jerks.
My cousin, Matt, accidentally took his Melatonin instead of his morning vitamins. So this is what he did most of the day. He inherited most of the Polish and less of the Cossack/Gypsy.
Poppop definitely can't blame the mailman for his spawn.
These fudgesicles are angering my grandad...and really confusing my Aunt.
Nans doesn't usually have monster-eye. There was some cancer back there that was feeling aggro about some recent Chemotherapy. It got over it (and got smaller).
Later I came home and this was happening:
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