We're weird like that.
Nov. 28th, 2009 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLast night my parents, grandpa, great-aunt and I went over to my cousin's for leftovers. Afterward while we were driving home, my great-aunt and I got into a discussion about what we've been reading lately and somehow stumbled into talking about V.C. Andrews.
My great-aunt: "I have all the ones in that one series ... what's the name, Petals in the Attic?"
Me: "Flowers in the Attic."
My great-aunt: "Eh, they're all the same."
Me: "I know, right? Some penniless but beautiful teenage girl finds out she's some secret baby from some rich family and goes to live in their huge mansion where she falls in love with her half-cousin. And somewhere along the line there's an incest baby."
My great-aunt: "That ... actually sounds about right."
I love being in a family where I can use the phrase "incest baby" and nobody bats an eye.
My great-aunt: "I have all the ones in that one series ... what's the name, Petals in the Attic?"
Me: "Flowers in the Attic."
My great-aunt: "Eh, they're all the same."
Me: "I know, right? Some penniless but beautiful teenage girl finds out she's some secret baby from some rich family and goes to live in their huge mansion where she falls in love with her half-cousin. And somewhere along the line there's an incest baby."
My great-aunt: "That ... actually sounds about right."
I love being in a family where I can use the phrase "incest baby" and nobody bats an eye.
