I flew down to San Diego on Friday night to visit my family in their new home, and aside from the woman in the row behind me shouting "OH GOD, IT'S CRASHING, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" as the plane took off into some (admittedly) rather stormy skies, it was as enjoyable a weekend as I've had in a long time.
The thing about visiting family---or at least about visiting my family---is that you don't have to be "on" ever, do you know what I mean? There's no impressing people who've seen you through diapers and toilet training and unfortunate crushes on various members of New Kids on the Block, so why even try? Visiting family feels like curling up in that really unflattering pair of cat hair-covered yoga pants---no, that really unflattering pair of cat-hair-covered yoga pants; wait, how many unflattering pairs of cat hair-covered yoga pants do I own?---and taking a nap without worrying that you need to set the alarm. It feels comfortable. It feels easy. It feels like home.
When I got back to San Francisco on Monday morning---4:30am wakeup call represent!---my mother sent me a text message. Lovely hearing your laughter all weekend, she wrote. And it occurred to me that I had been laughing all weekend, not least at this hilarious little ditty my sister and I wrote in four seconds flat while debating the merits of pumpkin pie. I don't even like pumpkin pie (it's something about the consistency that gets me), but Susie does, and out of that conversation came a set of lyrics that are meant to be sung along to the tune of Baby Got Back.
And oh boy, you'd better believe that we did sing them along to the tune of Baby Got Back, and we did it roughly six thousand times. My sincerest apologies to you if you were in any public space in North San Diego County this last Saturday or Sunday, because there's a 93 and a half percent chance that you might have heard two little English voices singing this:
I like pumpkin pie and I cannot lie
You other pies can't deny
When a pie walks in with a pumpkin base
And some whipped cream in your face
You get HUN-gry.
We even recorded ourselves singing it (complete with actions!) (yes, actions!) (oh, you should see the actions!), with the express purpose of posting it on our brother Luke's Facebook page to make him laugh. It's catchy, no? You just try getting that out of your head today. Oh, you're welcome. You're so very, very welcome.