Karaoke and Room Temperature Deviled Eggs

Sometimes the only motivation to do a particularly undesirable activity is to know that when I get on the other side of it, I get to blog about it.

A family reunion is one of those particularly undesirable activities. I love my family. I truly do. There’s just something about the words “family” and “reunion” that don’t make me giddy with anticipation.

So, let me tell you why I was skeptical about going (and downright refusing to go until the last minute). These are in order of importance.

1. It’s smack dab in the middle of something vital to my sanity. Lily’s naptime.
2. Brent had to work.
3. It’s the first game day of the season. Last year we went to a reunion on Brent’s side on the same Saturday. Shouldn’t there be a law here that makes it illegal to have reunions on a football Saturday?
4. The last time I went to a reunion with this side of the family a little boy was riding a 3-wheeler and had an accident. He chopped his leg off and had to be rushed via ambulance to the hospital. Ok, ok, that’s not what happened. According to my mom, what actually happened isn’t so traumatic. He cut his leg and had to get stitches. But in my childhood memory, I remember a MUCH more critical situation. Either way, I didn’t want me or Lily to lose any limbs.

My grandmother first mentioned this reunion to me at the beginning of the summer. I immediately and very sarcastically laughed with a “y’all have fun!” attitude. And through a series of emails later, I didn’t really have a choice. My grandmother wanted me there. And out of my love and respect for her, I knew I needed to go.

But really, she discreetly roped me in when she asked me to bring the deviled eggs. What’s a family reunion without room temperature deviled eggs sitting in an old Tupperware dish?

I was going to show up, eat a few bites, let everyone meet and play with Lily, then I would leave.

That was the plan and I was NOT going to have ANY fun!

But that was before these ladies walked outside…The Saggy Bottom Girls as they like to call themselves. Totally took me by surprise and I certainly didn’t expect the possum on the shoulder. We were all sitting outside on the patio and the next thing we knew Rena, Dana, and Lisa come outside ready to rock the place silly with their karaoke skills.

Yes, fellow readers, karaoke. At our family reunion. It was right up my alley!