It’s been one week since my big, fat Cuban family had a party.
It was the 185 year birthday thing last week here at my house.
But that was a week ago.
One. whole. week.
So around Thursday afternoon the phone starts ringing . . .
"Who’s Mami with this weekend?"
"Card party at Alina’s!"
Okay, so my family is a little odd that way.
Go ahead and call us dysfunctional if you like.
But we really enjoy being together. Go figure.
The way I see it, we’re just putting the fun back in dysfunctional. 😉