A No Shit Moment
I had a “No shit?” moment this morning (well, afternoon to normal people). So I’m laying there in bed, in that half-asleep/half-awake state, and I start to have a dream. But remember, I’m half-awake, so the whole time, I’m trying to figure out if I should call this a dream or a day-dream. Anyway, in this dream, someone knocks on our front door here in Anchorage. I get up, throw on a pair of pants, and walk out into the living room, just in time to see my grandparents open up the door and walk in. And behind them streams all the little kids that we have in my family: my first and only niece Shannon, my little cousins the twins and Matt (their father, my uncle Bill, was also with them, looking like he did back in the early nineties), my cousin Peter with his two little kids, and then, inexplicably, my cousin Darby, who, at 21, is the youngest on my Dad’s side of the family (not counting my niece). So all these little kids, Darby, Peter, Bill, and my grandparents had come up to Anchorage on my birthday!
Obviously, I was quite surprised to see them, so I asked, “What are y’all doin’ here?”
“Well,” my 85-year-old grandmother said, “We heard you were going to Chuck E. Cheese for your birthday, so we thought we’d bring up all the little kids and throw a real Chuck E. Cheese birthday party for you.”
And I was like, “No shit?”
Then I woke up. And I thought to myself, “Huh. I guess I miss my family. No shit.”