Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
Every family has one.
You know what I’m talking about: that one relative who is the Keeper Of The Stories. He or she bellies up to the dinner table at every birthday party, Christmas, Thanksgiving, you name it, and tells the same six to ten tales every. single. time.
On my wife’s side of the family, we have two K.O.T.S.: Uncle Jack and Uncle Bubba (She’s from Alabama. Shut up.). I don’t have time to go into great detail on my favorite Uncle Bubba story, but suffice it to say it starts with him getting an odd job running a Roto Rooter and ends with the lady in the apartment next door running down the hall screaming THERE’S A SNAKE LOOSE IN MY LIVING ROOM!