We have similar, um, issues in my family. Heh. Case in point. Hubby's family are New York Irish Catholics. One of hubby's nephews just graduated from Regent University's Law School - Pat Robertson's outfit. It was raining like cats and dogs leading up to the graduation. The nephew has an Italian-born Catholic grandmother who took it upon herself to not only stake out the best seats for the rest of us, but sit out there in the rain praying the Rosary. Sure enough, the clouds parted, the sun shone down and good ol' Pat took the podium and said, "Praise the Lord!" Oh it was priceless. The nerve of that man to take credit after all she went through. Heh. Holidays when the Irish and the Italians get together are especially entertaining.
In other news, my brother's family has increased by one. They delivered a health baby boy this afternoon. I'm an aunt again!