"I'll send you money for a taco!"

 Family reunions are not always a questionable event. Unless you happen to be recently graduated, leaving for college, and love keeping all personal things to yourself, then interesting conversations tend to come to light. Especially when on a ice and boat sticker run with your aunt. The conversation started out pretty basic with the questions, what college are you going to be attending? Classes? Who are your roommates and where are they from? Finally the dreaded question I had been waiting for, "So what about boys? Any romantic interests?"

In a matter of milliseconds my brain considers any and all possible romantic interests. There are three individuals who I would consider considering putting on my possible considerations list.

"Ehhh... no."

The conversation then continued down that path of dating and what kind of dates I'd go on.

I, then, made the joking comment of, "Well if I get really hungry I can always go on a date."

My aunt then told me, very seriously, "Nat, don't go on pity dates. If you want a taco, I will send you money for a taco."

I had to turn that phrase over in my head a few times; I'll send you money for a taco. Then, I started laughing. This was a conversation I never expected to have with this particular aunt, let alone hear a sentence like that come out of her mouth. I couldn't help it! Soon enough she starts laughing as well. What can I say? I have a contagious laugh.

"But seriously though, no pity dates."

Along with the self discovery about Tacos, I learned that I do not get all of my stinkery behavior from my mother's side of the family. My grandmother (who I love dearly) also has the case of stinkerness. Due to a series of events she ended up sleeping in my family's tent with her mattress next to mine. (Said tent was feeling larger than usual due to two of my brothers being at scout camp.) After crawling into my sleeping bag and barely starting to drift off I asked my father, "Can you turn off the lantern?"

There was a rustling and then suddenly my sleeping bag was ripped back and a bright beam of light shining in my face. 

"Are you having fun yet?!"

That was my wonderful, darling, lovely grandma. She woke me completely up and fried my sleep deprived brain. 

Fortunately my family is the right kind of crazy! :D