Wednesday, March 3, 2010

This Is My Family...

We are not Italian Plumbers.

Nor are we porn stars.

We don't have our own Reality TV Show.

Half of us did not choose to be here.

Half of the time, the other half of us, wishes we were somewhere else.

We fight.

We cry.

We laugh.

We hug.

We kiss.

We forget.

We remember.

We all love pancakes and bacon.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like if my family wasn't here.

It scares me to death.

I wear a shell, like a turtle or a snail. My shell is invisible but it's there. It's made of love and it protects me, just the same.

There's nothing more important than my family.

If aliens landed on Earth and they wanted to know the true meaning of family...

I would show them that picture and say,

"The mustaches and hair are fake. We were just messing around. You should watch Different Strokes. That's the real deal."

Then we would Out-Number those green, little, pricks and annoy the shit out of them until they went home.