(At this moment, my left hand is raised while I am typing this sentence with my right hand fingers.)
We all went to visit my grandmother's tomb stone this weekend for the anniversary of her passing. At the memorial service, the usual distasteful family exchanges took place: primarily, pretentious talk laced with competitiveness. Which is particularly painful for me -not because making life-long comparisons between family members is disgusting behavior- but because they haven't caught on that there is no competition to begin with. They aren't even contenders. I have the biggest ego of them all. That's it. You can't compete with someone who has trouble remembering that she is not in fact J. Lo.
Since Qwikster is already not going to happen, those are my 3 wishes, genie.
Of course, not all of them caused me to feel nauseated...
My aunt (who is very young) yelling for her children (my six and eight year-old cousins) who were sitting in the car playing with their NDSes:
"Kids! Time to do the bowing thing!"
(The Chinese light incense and bow facing the tomb stone as a sign of respect for the deceased.)