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Good morning world, and Happy Birthday Mama Tickey!

Mama Tickey, for those of you who are new, is my stepfather's mother, and two years ago I got to spend some real quality time with her when she took me for a holiday to Galveston, where she has a vacation timeshare. I squired her and Aunt Lily around the city and discovered the true definition of the Southern Belle in those two women. Despite not being blood related and her having a whole brood of grandchildren already, I am something of a favourite because I'm an artist and the only one, and this is not bragging, who can hold an intelligent conversation. My new cousins are...

You know, they're not even that nice, they got into a food fight the last time I was at a family meal with them. They are my age.

They're not offensive or particularly deeply stupid, they're just not very well-spoken or thoroughly educated. Which is fine, as I don't have to deal with them very often. Though I suppose they will all be there today; Lucky has several siblings and all of them have bred with varying degrees of ferocity. The party's going to be about fifty people and mexican food, so I plan to hide in the corner with a cola and only emerge when Mama Tickey wants to talk to me. Seems safest, and there's the least chance of being in the crossfire of any impending refried-beans flinging.

With her usual impeccable timing, my brother's wife wrote mum an email this morning. Way to ruin the first weekend I've had with my family since you left, Bernard. High five. Oh wait, you're an asshole, and so is your wife. So, no high five.

I'm sure it'll be fine, it was inevitable that Bernard would come up in the course of the weekend, but I'm hoping we'll all be distracted by Birthday Shindiggery.

Also, I have shown off the scar from my broken wrist and been petted and made much of, so that's all right. :D

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I AM HOME. Well. For a given value of "home" where "home = at the hotel once more". We have all eaten too much. Have some fajita chicken. *shares*

I spent many hours listening to elderly women tell pointless stories and trying not to be obvious about not remembering any of my LEGIONS OF COUSINS by name. We did have a weird impromptu Council Of Cousins at the bar at one point, during which we agreed that Bernard was taking the heat off of us by being the Most Disapproved-Of Grandchild this year. At some point, there was cake. Also, I saw Aunt Lilly, and gave her your love.

It's weird to have a family. I would be more freaked out by it if I hadn't had three margaritas forced upon me over the course of the last seven hours.

Mama Tickey likes me best. She wore the hat I bought her from the time she opened it until well after we left the restaurant.