Family Rock

So I recently posted this on a friend's blog, and while posting I thought, why don't I post this on my own blog? Since when is this not blog-worthy? Who doesn't appreciate anecdotes? Maybe the "anal dopes"! Okay, enough of that.

So I'm doing the unusual as usual and happen to stumble over an old rock. (Sadly, very literally.) Now, this rock has been in the family for many years. It's come to be collectively known as the "family rock."

Now, do you ever wonder why family lineages are preserved by trees? Trees are far from flawless, and while it's nice that we have a generation who comprehends our imperfections, the whole concept is really starting to show its age. "Hey, check out my family tree! My grandparents were sourwoods, so our roots are a little soiled. My Fir[m] father married my El[A]mish mother, and so now as a result, we kids are really rebelling. My sister turned out to be a bi-- ...biRch, my brother's too much of a peach and I'm beginning to feel really sic[k-]a[-]mor[e] myself. Honestly, the wooden mentality behind it all is beginning to feel a little dull..."

Take the rock, and, "Well now, my family rock has really endured quite a rocky ride. We've had it a little rough around the edges, but have never been split so easily..."

Take the rock! You can't go wrong!