My family is a bunch of Drama Queens
I know many people think their families are drama queens and I don't doubt it is true. My family, well, they're their own unique brand of drama divas. Allow me to illustrate with an example of each of them demonstrating their aptitude for the dramatic all within the course of 15 minutes.
One weekend we drove the 2 1/2 hours to visit my grandparents and stopped at the halfway point to get lunch at a fast food restaurant. As we pulled up to pay, my mom, from the front passenger seat, turned and asked my sister and I to pass her purse to the front. We searched the back of the car pretty extensively but didn't find it. After 2 minutes or so of searching, my mom laughed and said she must have left it on the counter. So my dad pulled out his wallet. It was empty. I mean empty.
Dad: Where are my credit cards?
Mom: Oh! I pulled them out.
Mom: I got the new ones and was going to put them in. Guess I never got to that part.
Dad: Wait! Where's my driver's license?
Mom: Oh, I have no idea about that. Amanda, do you have your bank card.
My little sister had confided to me on the outset of our trip to the grandparents' that she had forgotten her purse, so we got to share that with my parents.
Me: I have a $20 and some change. I'll pay.
Mom: You're going to have to drive, too. You're the only one with a license.
Well, we, or I should say "I", drove us back that night and the next day my mother and I are looking at a book with wedding flowers for ideas. We turn to a page that has ivory fabric draped over everything including from the ceiling and on the chairs and over the carpet and on the tables and swagged on the walls...it was pretty...um...overwhelming. Well, my mother voiced her opinion differently:
Mom: >>gag<< Ugh! That's so awful, it's nauseating.
Me: Mom, it's pretty bad, but that's a little dramatic.
Mom: No, that is nauseating. Ugh. >>turns page<<
Just then my dad comes in from the grocery store. My little sister comes downstairs to help him unload the groceries and goes straight for the bag with the raw meat.
Amanda: Wait! Where are the fajitas?!?
Dad: We're having steak tonight. (my dad was going to barbecue)
Amanda: >>glare at dad<< Why do you hate me?!? >>storms upstairs<<
My parents watch her go and kind of snicker. Then my mom turns to a stack of papers.
Mom: Oh, Tony, here's your driver's license. I think I took it out to write a check.
Dad: ...harumpf...Well, if you wouldn't rape my wallet!
That's when I stood up, with barely contained laughter, and said, "I need to call Alan. That was too perfect."
Fairly certain this loses something in the retelling, but it still makes me laugh.
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[Walt Disney] has the best casting. If he doesn't like an actor he just tears him up.