Dinner with my grandparents was normal. Laura and I were hilarious. Mom forgot her credit card so Laura paid. Grandpa sat quietly while Grandma regaled us with a subtly racist story about the time she was in the hospital, and she thought she died and went to fat heaven. (Apparently, fat people can't get in to regular heaven.)
Normal.
Mom spent 10 minutes trying to get in contact with her brother to see if he was going to come to Whole Foods for dessert.
SOP. Goodness.
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