Fam

Mid-August we all huddled around a small wooden coffee table  fanaticized by a simple card game, for hours we played; shocked that  the oldest cousin, Annie would win every time. War, BS, spoons you name it and we played, at the time I had no idea what BS meant but still managed to win on occasion. That day was my mother’s birthday after our card marathon we decided we wanted to bake a cake, we put everything and anything we could find into a bowl put the oven to three fifty and let it bake for a couple of  hours. After the first use of the ancient fire extinguisher we decided to try to make sand pies instead. Packing infinite grains into red solo cups singing whatever Fergie song was hot at the time and believing that the day would never end. We sang, danced and chanted  meaning less sayings that will be forever etched into my brain. As the sun went down we all retreated back to the beach house to eat and continue to reenact the movie Grease. We were happy every last one of us. Even though it’s been about ten years, we still play Uno till three in the morning, dance to Fergie and sing at the top of our lungs.