A Family Who Brought Out The Cynic In Me

 

I admit that I am a horrible cynic, but...I feel the same way about this that I feel about how people talk about their relationships/marriages on Facebook: The more you tell me you're happy and try to convince me that you have the best life ever, the more I think you're probably a homicidal maniac. So, the fact that these people feel it's necessary to let all of us know that they are a happy family makes me pretty sure they are all miserable and hate each other.  I mean, clearly if anyone actually loved Dad they would have told him that overalls are not okay.  Not in real life, not in sticker life, not ever.  

You know that creepy dish at Chinese restaurants with everything in it - chicken, pork, beef, seafood, vegetables, maybe some noodles, etc? That dish that is made of basically everything they had left over, or that fell on the floor and they didn't want to throw away?  Well, that is called the Happy Family.  And my cynical self would bet that plate of salmonella is happier than these people.