Relative man in orange shirt

So today was the reunion. It rained most of the time, and there weren't as many people there as I though, but it was alright just the same. There were the usual relatives. The crazy great aunt who was just as crazy(if not more crazy) than usual. Of course my Grandfather, and his brother Paul. Some of my mom's cousins and also some people who don't normally come.

Despite the rain it was quite nice. It's pretty much the one time of the year that we each fried chicken, our fat American selves. My mom brought her computer so as to show people my art, everyone loved it. Even the crazy aunt. She said I was a "genius", or something along those lines. Funny how people change their minds.

I'm blogging in the, living room? I guess you'd call it that. And everyone else is in here too. Mom went to bed. But Grandfather got out a bunch of books, some illustration and some Norman Rockwell.

Tomorrow I have to get up early with my mom to take Nancy to the airport. She's going to "The Shore", whatever.

Before this picture, my mom wasn't there, and I was next to the guy in the orange shirt(who IS a relative, unlike some people in the photo, but NO ONE can remember his name), anyway, he was a nice guy, really laughy and such. Kept talking to me about drawing a picture of the family, wanted me to remember his face. Really liked my art though, and then asked who the people were in this picture, and I said they were from Doctor Who. He went off about how some guy who works for him watches it and was talking about it to him one day. Haha ah, relatives.

Peace off. Bless your face.