How cute is my family?

So, in a recent chat with a new acquaintance at church, I was asked the question: "Tell me about your family." (I guess that really isn't a question, per se, but bear with me.) Naturally, I spouted off about how great my parents are and how sad it is to be far away from them, about all my siblings that live here and how fun it is to get together, about Brad's fantastic family and how they've accepted me (and all me eccentricities) as one of their own... blah, blah, blah. Well - turns out I'm an idiot and this person was referring to MY family, as in, he assumed I had kids and was just being friendly.

Those of you who know me well, know that I'm a really smooth conversationalist. (HA! Please note the sarcasm in the previous statement.) And as soon as I realized my blunder, I felt awkward and somehow felt the need to continue to ramble on and on, overcompensating with lame questions, lamer jokes, and a super-lame conversation ender.

I don't know why I just told that whole story... I guess just to prove that I love my family and will tell anyone who will listen, and that clearly, I don't know when to shut up.

p.s. The Gary Coleman kid got off with a warning.