A poor little mouse was killed in the cabin by a mousetrap because it got into my aunt Jane's candy.She said it deserved its fate.My uncle Mike made a small VIKING BURIAL BOAT for the mouse with a sail,a dragon head mast,burial shroud,and a sword and bed for the impending afterlife.We set it on fire on the lake until it tipped over and we threw rocks at it(My entire family is going hell.) While I performed a wiccan style funeral prayer.The next day we found the offspring of the dearly departedmouse,five baby pinkies which the girls and I attemped to nurse back to health for the rest of the weekend, the adults were no help , they made cruel jokes about throwing them in the lake and such. I blame their negative vibes for the death of all of them but one, which my uncle Mike's dog ate.
My aunts kept breaking the grill in which my professional chef uncle John made use yummy BBQ and we went Moose watching(there is not much for entertainment up there in the mountains)My uncle doug who lives in Arizona with his china doll looking wife who loves windchimes and hummingbirds and is very childish who we never see was there. He is like a guru or something to my aunts and uncles. He is the oldest of them and is depressed alot and hast heat problems and some OCD like me. He knows everything, he is wondeerful.He use to gives use little tacky gifts(we call him the trinket man) and send us on scavenger hunts and we would be his cabana kids. Each of the aunts and uncles took a private moment with him.
I love my family , even if the don't understand me at all