Don’t try to follow this.

Last night my dad invited me out for dinner. So I picked up pandy and my brother and headed out my fathers way. The reason he invited us out was because we had relatives in town. Anymore these days, I really only consider “true family” those with whom I share blood or those brought into the immediate nuclear family through marriage. I have a small family to start out with but a handful of divorces have expanded it exponentially. Anyway, the only blood relative there besides my father, was my cousin’s son, the boy we came to visit. But also in attendance was my cousin’s wife, the mother of my cousin’s son. In addition, her father was in attendance. That would be my cousin’s father-in-law. But that’s not all, he is also my cousin’s step-father, and grandfather to the boy we came to visit. See, I have no cousins on my mother’s side. My cousin is the son of my father’s brother. But my uncle divorced the woman I consider to be my aunt, that is the mother of my cousin and the grandmother of the boy we had come to visit. About ten years ago she remarried. The man she married was the father to the mother of the son who was the boy we came to visit. But he wasn’t at the time, because the boy is only now four years old. At the time he was the man who married my aunt at the wedding where my brother, my parents, and I all got drunk, packed up a bunch of food from the reception and convinced about a third of the wedding into leaving town and going fishing instead of dancing at the reception. He managed to mention this event twice during dinner last night. My brother and I stayed silent as my dad quickly acknowledge the event. Good times. The bride’s son, my cousin, became smitten with the grooms daughter, they in turn married and had my first cousin once removed, or the boy we came to visit.