There are currently four people in my house that do not live there. They came with swiftness, eating our food and installing a new toilet. Yet, now they remain. They interrogate about college and have strange naked woman bumper stickers on their vans. They abhor church and are too busy paying off their motorcycles anyways. They wear Harley gear from all over the country. They prefer pop and pizza to milk and salad. This is my extended family. Like me they are not. But I tolerate, and sometimes even like them. They keep me from Quiz Bowl, and yet, it is okay.
Alien or not, I can relate to them. Sexist bumper stickers or not. Family is family, and blood is thicker than water. I guess.
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