ah, family

[flea]

So, as usual, our family vacation at the beach, in a house which officially sleeps 6, will include 3 adults in addition to my family for most of the week, and 4 for 2-3 days.

Every year my mother says, "Come, we'll be there for only part of the week so you can have a family vacation to yourselves," and every year my sister ends up sleeping in the closet (on the low-woman on the totem pole principle, last year - she was the only adult under 60 without kids (we had kids in our bed, which is better than the closet but only just); this year on the principle of the person who is only there for 2 nights and not 6 gets to sleep in the closet.)

I have a secret plan that Casper can share a (double) bed with my brother. She's a fine sleeping companion now - snores gently, but not too wiggly, sleeps like a log, and doesn't pee. Contrast Dillo.

Edit: I forgot to mention my mother is bringing her cat. Whom she loves, my brother and sister hate, and my children are afraid of because he is aggressive and hissy.

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[sara]

Oh, I remember family vacations at the beach that started out like this. They were nearly as good as the ones that started out with boat trips to get to the beach (it sounds all wholesome and Topsiders and upper-middle-class until you get out on the water and realize it's mostly sunburn, mildewed sleeping bags, and someone spending seven hours telling you the entire plot of The Gods Must Be Crazy, scene by scene).

[flea]

Happily I can report that nobody in my family has ever worn Topsiders. (Except possibly my stepfather, who does not count.)

[sara]

Perhaps you should! That might be the missing ingredient: insufficient preppy footgear.

ETA: OMG, I kind of want these in an only-sort-of-ironic way. Because, well, orange patent leather. These, on the other hand, just crack me up. Look, they have siped soles!