i can't wait just like you can't wait / until we're out past familiar gates / those seven words shook the life back in / so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.

there are the mckenzies. and then there is everybody else.

Posted: Nov 30, 2010 | Posted by marcy |

holidays on one end of my family sometimes (always) go a little like this:

we drink wine from a box.

for no better reason than there is no reason at all.

[except that it’s tradition. and you don’t mess with tradition.]

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we share our wealth of boxed wine with Maddie Pie.

because we are good sharers.

and because we think she will like it.

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but she doesn’t really like it and runs away.

and we think this is funny.

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we drag canoes to the middle of the yard.

because why not.

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and then we get inside the canoe.

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and then we find all the concrete sculptures scattered around the yard and decide they would like to get inside the canoe, too.

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and we think this is also funny.

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and then we pose for an absurd number of photos with our concrete sculptures.

in the canoe.

in the yard.

with the box of wine.

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and then we try to put Maddie Pie in the bird bath.

but she is not into this.

kinda like she is not into the box of wine.

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so we sit in the bird bath without her.

and that suits us just fine, too.

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and then we sit on the back steps and talk about how glad we are that we are McKenzies.

and how we don’t really want to know what a “normal” thanksgiving is like.

because we think it might be boring.

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and the McKenzie family doesn’t do boring.

or normal, for that matter.

 

[*editor’s note: if you are wondering where all the other McKenzie members are . . . they were the peanut gallery taking the photos. naturally. or inside eating.]

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