This weekend was a whirlwind of family and a little bit of crazy. Because in my world, family and crazy always belong in the same sentence. Always.

"Loud" doesn't even begin to describe my mother's side - they love to eat, talk, laugh, talk, laugh, eat some more, and occasionally belch a bit too loudly. I've just now learned that if there is any type of public gathering that involves my family, a warning siren should probably go off just to caution the innocent bystanders who may fall prey to their level of crazy.

It's wonderful and crazy fun, something I wouldn't trade for anything.

Happy Tuesday!