A Confession
I've learned something shameful about my family, and I'm going to share it here.
Ready?
I have a relative named Cletus.
I know, I know, I'm as shocked as you are. I went to church with my grandma last night and the priest mentioned "Cletus Johannesmeyer, who passed away just over a year ago." And I know I'm related to all the Johannesmeyers in that town.
Turns out it was my Great-Uncle Pete. I never knew Uncle Pete was actually a Cletus--my mom says she doesn't even remember anybody calling him that, just Pete.
Also, my Grandma is now 85. Go, Grandma. All my domesticity was well regarded by everyone, including Jen, who sat on my couch and ate a huge chunk of it ice cold (I was trying to give her leftovers to take home).
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