Your head might explode

"Have you ever got the finger of love before?"
--Krista

and I make invites

How many of you have spent a decent amount of time with me? You on my left, don't be so reluctant, hold your hand high!! That's right, you and I, we're amazing! Anyways, the thing is that I carry my own persona. I've got my own ideas, influences, social oddities and thus following. Many of my quirks are genetic. Mom told me that I'm stubborn just like my dad. She's right. But I love my family. I think we're great. Good times are always about when we all get together.

Yesterday I get a call from my Aunt Alicia. She's rad. Turns out she called to invite me to the annual pumpkin carving fest and gathering of Sanchez genetics. Let me give you an idea of what this is like: You take me, times forty, add outliers and integrate catholicism. It's beautiful. If you think I have dirty mexi-stache, you haven't seen nothing yet. I need to hang out with Uncle Anthony. Man, this is going to be a riot. Almost more Sanchez than I can handle. And I love it. And some people need to come. Meaning, some of you that I converse with every now and again should get to know me better and enjoy the most rockenous pumpkin shin-dig ever.