Memories With The Cousin

Family. You KNOW what I'm talking about. *laughs* Yeah, you know. This week, my cousin drove six {whole} hours to stay with us, and it has been an unceasing whirl of, well, maybe we'll tell you a little bit.

Me: JOE!!!!

 Joe: WHAAAAT! *sarcastically*

Me: You mean sara-castically, right?

 Joe: Puns! We go a back a looooooong time. Remember the punching bag?

Me: My word. Duct tape. Wrinkles. Biscuits. Ring-pops.

 Joe: How do I even explain...?

Me: We were young. And you had that punching bag...

 Joe: We would run around the house, jumping over couches and punching my Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers punching bag until it finally popped a hole in it...

Me: A small hole. That we couldn't actually find. But, like the smart kids we were (right, Joe?) we determined to find that hole if it killed us. It almost did. Our idea was that every wrinkle on that punching bag was a hole...

 Joe: So we duct taped the entire punching bag, just to make sure.

Me: Pretty sure we found it. Knowing us, though, we...probably didn't.

 Joe: Good times... Let's not forget about the delicious home-made buttermilk biscuits in my-

Me: In a drawer. They were that good. Only, they weren't the same next day. #worstmomentever

 Joe: Oops almost ruined it. She's threatening the silent treatment. Honestly that wouldn't be too bad.

Me: Yeah, yeah. I kinda talk his ear off. My sister has declared that the guy I marry will be the one with whom I can act  like I do around Joe. {Feel honored, Joe.}

 Joe: Yeahhhh we've definitely had some adventures. Like when I rolled down the window and rolled up my pants and stuck my leg out the window of Becca's car. 

Note: Becca is a good driver. {She just wanted to make sure you all knew that.}

Me: Becca almost had a heart attack and I 'most died laughing, especially because there were people behind us and...guess what? We are not finishing this story. Let's just say... SWERVE!!! 

 Joe: Sarah!!! People are going to think that I caused a car accident!!!

Me: You're not that funny. Especially with your cute spelling of my name. Real cute. 

 Joe: You know you love me, cuz.

Me: Blood is thicker than water...or....ring-pops!

 Joe: Oh boy... Just yesterday I happened upon Sara's ring-pop at Awana, so I obviously had to take a bathroom selfie with it...

Me: Why are all of our memories awkward and hard to romanticize into sweet, childhood memories??? Also note that I was studying the whole time he was doing this. Priorities.

 Joe: Well while Sara was studying God's word, I was preparing for my perfect immaculate bathroom-ring-pop selfie. However, right as I was about to snap the picture of a lifetime, someone's dad popped into the bathroom, and I promptly said "Hi" as awkwardly as I could and popped the ring-pop back in my mouth.

Me: Which goes to show that...oh forget it.

  Joe: I think all of our experiences teach a moral lesson. This one is to not take ring-pop selfies in public restrooms.

Me: Can we stop talking about this? My face matches your shirt. 

 Joe: Speaking of shirts...

Me: Joseph!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I....have no words. We are done. You have relinquished right to my blog....{probably should change my password...}

 Joe: (her password is-)

Me: Later, all! We I {since Joe is no longer living} will see you all next time. 

Family is the best. Don't lose those moments that will make the best  funniest memories ever.