By Marisa I went to one of these parties with all of my extended family today. Usually I dread these parties, mostly because, well, you know, everyone has that one relative that's kind of weird, with more quirks than seems possible. Well, I've got 26 of those, from Great Uncle Turkey Pocks to his wife, Great Aunt Hugs. However, this time it was a little more bearable. I have discovered that sometimes a smile is more of an effective force field than a scowl. Unfortunately, the whole experience was not excessively enjoyable, because, even if the weird people don't bug you, it's still not as fun if you don't have any decent people to bug you. It's not that I have no cousins, I actually have two my age, (Well, one's not my immediate cousin, but she's always at this sort of parties), but we are very different people. My real cousin is more babysitter type, and the other one the athlete, and I... Well, I don't know what I'd call myself. What do you guys think?