From the mouths of babes and relatives

Meanwhile according to a newsletter I receive, part of the western wing of my family has decided to have this great big family bash in Florida next year. It's a part of the family that my nuclear one is excluded from for some reason. For an even stranger reason, they still keep us on their mailing list. This is not the issue. The issue is that they have chosen quite the unfortunate party-committee title. I'm not sure if I'm the missing link, or if they might want to spend a few moments pondering their choice in label, but there is something very strange about getting a letter signed "Your freinds The KOCS" every once in a while. And yet so strangely stimulating.

I won't disclose what the letters stand for since it might compromise my relatives (deeply religious to boot), but it's all very innocent. Commenting their choice in names would be seem unecessary. Redundant if you will. Much like their mailing adress - kocstaff@xoxo.com.

Good night, good people.