Holiday weekend folks. Fragmented sentences brought to you by the fermented coffee in my tummy. Too many cups! Too many cups!
It's time for fireworks, hot dogs, sunshine and sweat...and in my case, the semi-annual family reunion.
Every two years, my mother's giant extended family gathers together to...re-unionize. It is a big event. We have a schedule, a family website, a menu plan, and a tee shirt that everyone but my Uncle Ron wears.
Yes. There are some organized people in my family.
I've been pretending to pack all day. I just remembered I was supposed to make cookies for this event. I have also realized that I have no pants. Having two children in two years made my wardrobe choices limited...I basically have two pair of pants that fit, everything else being too baggy or (horrors) too tight. I also have a pair of "skinny" jeans that fit but do NOT make me look skinny. I hate them.
Where are my pants? I've looked everywhere. I have decided that my little sister who is home from college has stolen/borrowed them. In conclusion, I have packed my lone pair of pants, which happen to be liars. They are "skinny". Lies. LIES!
I will be attending the family reunion with my deceitful pants. Hooray. I will also be wearing my regulation tee shirt, because I'm not a rebel like my Uncle Ron (who last time wore an electric orange shirt for family pictures).
One time, my family decided to ask me, THE ART MAJOR, to design the official reunion shirt.
I was honored.
This is what I came up with:
Obviously I'm inherently evil.
I couldn't help myself.
I mean, could YOU pass up the opportunity to dress your entire family in crazy squirrel shirts?
I had a great family motto for the shirts, but it didn't make the cut:
"The nut doesn't fall far from the tree."
Luckily for everyone involved, this year's logo is much more sophisticated in an Art Deco, Vienna Secession sort of way. I love it. Good work relatives!
Have a great weekend folks!
p.s. My last name is NOT Dolop. It is an acronym. My family rocks the acronyms.