I'd been getting ready for a relative's wedding for a while and the big day was yesterday, items I realized:

Catholics like lies - it just intensifies the guilt which is what they really love.

4 children - 2 five yr olds, a 1yr old and a 3 yr old can actually step-up and time their manic depressive episodes so that everyone else sees them as cute, darling, steal-the-show angels and they save the demon-hell-spawn episodes for us - too considerate.

Thinking that pseudophed (besides helping with my sinuses) and caffeine will keep me awake and ready to party when all it really does is act like rage fuel.

Having boobs and an ass actually helps keep up a strapless dress so I was the only one that could breathe.

The chicken dance and hokey pokey makes everyone a great dancer.