Just another day at Martin's Cove

In an effort to become a more communicative family, my mother has instituted a new sunday night pain ritual centered around talking about our feelings. She came up with a series of prompts that are drawn out of a hat one-by-one and everyone (that means EVERYONE under the roof(s), which, last night, included three non-members of our family) has to respond to. For an hour and a half. This is where the pain part comes in. The questions are far from innocent; for instance, "What's your favorite color?" was not included. An example of a fair question for this exercise is "What is the worst thing that has happened to you in the last year?", or "What did you cry about the last time your cried?". You can imagine the horror this would cause on a select number of Dials who do not talk about their feelings, plus a select group of friends of the Dials who once thought we were normal. Boy did we squash that reputation. In fact, as I'm watching The Hills right now and watching Audrina yell at Jayde for no reason I think to myself that we could entertain America better than them. And I'll play Lauren, because I love Chanel, too.