The Three Stooges

Keeping it real here for those thinking we are all about palaces, cathedrals, and ice cream. Last night we went to the church to learn how to do Flamenco dancing. Luckily, for the young women and the adults, there is not any shaking your booty like Addy's class. The boys were not interested and so they played futbol on the stage with some of the other younger brothers that were there. Everything went well and we had a great time. Flamenco is fun and hopefully I can remember all the steps. To top the night off, Ana (who is the only one there who speaks English) offered to give us a ride home. We were so excited because it was dark, 8:30, and we live about two miles from the church. We all piled in the car and everyone (especially Addy) started talking loud all at once. Ana asked if people could be quiet so she could concentrate on her driving. Everyone tried their best. Apparently Alex started pinching Addy, so Addy went into her Tazmanian Devil mode (my dad calls it 'Rosemary's Baby' mode) and started attacking and screaming. Connor was trying his best to keep her quiet and put his hand over her mouth. This made things ten times worse. Addy started swinging, kicking, and ended up head butting Connor as hard as she could. Connor then started screaming and blood started gushing from his nose. Addy was still screaming and crying. Connor was yelling. And poor Ana was there for it all, trying to drive through the streets in the dark, at rush hour, with everyone in the car wailing and gnashing their teeth.