My family has a mental illness...

  Okay, so this is my first time trying this and I'm at a complete and utter loss. My dear, best friend Rachael (and her spaghetti fetish) has a blog and she inspired me to start my own. Her blog always has the best stories and they constantly have me rolling on my floor howling. I want my blog to be like hers, stories of the jaw-dropping, eye-popping chaos that is my life.
  For my first entry I will write about... I have no idea. I'm honestly not very good at this like my friend, but then again shes good at everything (except stick shifts and donkey wrangling). I know, I know. I babble too much. Boring right? Rachael is probably crying from laughing so hard at how pathetically horrible I am at this... There I go again! I guess that if you really wanted to here about her you'd be on her blog. (Probably a good idea before you lose too many more brain cells.)
  I guess a quick story about my witnessing of my mothers "disease" will suffice... So my mom is the epitamy of being technology challanged. If you tried to give her tutorial on electronics, she'd need a tutorial for the tutorial. Well, my father made a grave mistake. He bought her a $1200 Macbook Pro for Mother's day... Yeah, I know. So she's ecstatic about the prospect of being able start this book shes been mulling over ideas for. She opens the box and takes out the laptop, normal right? Then the part of opening the computer comes into play...
  Being my mother, she flips it over this way and that, inspecting ever silver inch. She turns it so it faces her and begins to pry, but it doesn't open. Not a big suprise to me. I walk over to help and end up on the floor, doubled over, in giggle fits. Of all the ways she could have messed up, my mom tried opening a simple, lift-up-the-lid laptop, backwards. Twice. That time and the time afterward even after I had showed her how.
  Sadly, this disease has spread to the rest of the family, though not necessarily with electronics. My older brother Justin thinks he can walk through doors and walls, my little brother Hunter has no off switch, my dad is the happiest, thigh-slappin', randomly-and-ridiculously-made-up-song-singing old guy at 4:00 in the morning (who knew there was even oxygen at that hour?), and  I have a problem cooking my food in the toaster over while it's plugged in...
  I guess it wouldn't really be my family if it weren't for their unability to use common sense and eyes. So, that's my story. Pretty stupid huh?

 Though it doesn't hurt when it's so dang funny!