Went to my mom’s 75th birthday party.

She is doing great.

I’m one of seven kids and we were all there, so it was picture time. We have a series of pictures of all of us, and the times that we get together are fewer and fewer over the years. I think this is the first time since one sister’s wedding in the Summer of 2003. Well, you think we’d have it down to a science or something, but each time it is chaos, to the point where outspoken dread is the norm among us. There are people screaming for cameras, ordering us to sit, stand, switch places based on the color of our shirts. etcetera. It is the norm for us, but to an outside observer – sheer pandemonium. Funny.

Sorry no picture, either, just the reportage of a survivor…