I adore my cousin Chaya. She’s super funny, smart and there was a time in her life that she wanted to be just like me…..come to think of it, at that time I wanted to be just like my other cousin, Danielle.
Anyhow, while we were on our road trip Chaya (a.k.a. Chach) and her man, Brian, took care of HBHQ. They fed the fish, watered our lawn, ate our blueberries, and even mowed! They also had a raging party that sounded fun.
On the morning that we were to return home Chach left a message saying that ‘everything was in place at HBHQ” and to call her when we got home. This message was very typical, nothing special.
As I walked in our front door with my arms loaded down I meant to dump my bags and return to the car for my second load, but a black and white picture caught my eye. It was a picture of Chaya and Brian! How nice, I thought, they left us a picture of them. Oh, was I wrong.
They replaced each picture of us with pictures of their own:
- in the front room (3 in frames)
- on the fridge (3, including strip from photo booth)
- in the living room (1 of just Brian replaced 1 of just Barry)
- in the office (1 in a frame hanging)
- in our bedroom (2 in frames)
This type of thing happens in my family often, it seems. Not the whole-replace your cousins pictures with your own, but jokes. My family thrives on jokes. Really good jokes that people talk about for years.
This whole thing reeks of my Grandpa Elvrum because he, I believe, is the MASTER at jokes like this. I know this whole shenanigan is Chach, but I have doubt my Grandpa is proud.
Although I adore Chach & Brian, this joke is one that deserves an answer!
