Dysfunction

We (the husband, his brother, the sister-in-law and I) got into a conversation last night about dysfunctional families. There was wine involved.

I've led a pretty cushy life and have wonderful parents and friends. But, just scratch the surface on either side of the gene pool -- you'll find dysfunction.

During this conversation last night, my big fat mouth got ahead of my brain. I said, "Show me the family that isn't dealing with some variation of dysfunction. I'd like to meet them."

We all toasted each other.

Then we decided to put the "fun" back in "dysfunctional." (I wish I knew who said that first -- I love it.)