It's the holidays. And you know what that means? Family time! Otherwise known in my family as the time we remember, recount, and reenact one another's mistakes, misfortunes, and misadventures. Sounds mean-spirited, doesn't it? Well, maybe it is. But it's also... wait for it... HILARIOUS. We're talking roll-on-the-floor, hold-your-belly-and-wipe-away-tears funny. And, yeah, so perhaps that means I come from a brood of sadists. But I can assure you, it's an atmosphere of equal opportunity heckling where only the strongest survive, and since we're all still alive and kicking, I like to think the good-natured ribbing isn't so much sadism as it is well-intentioned strengthening of character. After all, if you can't laugh at yourself... Like the time my father was riding his lawn tractor down a treacherously steep hill when the brakes failed. He bailed out at about 25mph, and the dismount? Flawless. His legs were ...
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