The BF and I riding a NYC bus to a holiday party!

I had a cool holiday dinner with my boyfriend and mi familia on Christmas Eve. In case you didn’t know…my family is very un-pc. When I go home we pee with the door open, we fart in front of each other, scream about politics, religion and money and basically just say whatever is on our minds. We def. keep it real. Ha!
So yeah, the boyfriend came over and within minutes of eating dinner, my cousin made a racial slur, we bashed George Bush and Mimosa (our Golden Retriever) almost knocked down Melinda, my 3-year-old niece. The Tirados…we’re totally not boring.
The next day, Christmas I had dinner with my boyfriend’s family. They’re amazing peeps. There was so much good food and proper conversation going on.
At one point, I was talking to the grandmother and she asked me if I saw the news that day.
“Oh my God! Did you see the Santa shooter today? He killed like a bunch of people at a holiday party,” I bellowed.
My boyfriend put his finger to his lips to shush me.
“What? I didn’t hear about that. I was talking about the pope on the news and his service,” replied my BF’s sweet, little grandma.
“Oh,” I mumbled and went back to eating my prime rib.
I don’t think I’ll ever learn to shut my mouth! Can’t help it…it’s me, it’s my family!?!
Random note: For your viewing pleasure: Photos from a hilarious birthday party I recently went to — I saw my first coke dealer, my boyfriend got yelled at by a 300 lb. woman, etc. Good times.