I can’t tell you the last time my almost entire family and I sat and watched a movie. With takeout, no less.

I tried to rack this brain of mine and come up with a year and a genre. I couldn’t. And that’s saying something, because I usually have everything filed away. Maman is the one who calls me when it comes to labeling pictures and I can rattle off the difference between 1994 and 1995 — based on attire alone.

What can I say? I remember clothes.

It felt like we were so very quintessential modern America tonight. My married yet not married parents, Brother and I. TC insisting on, a period piece so YOU GIRLS can get some EDUCATION for once. All three of us rejecting anything with the word, period piece and drama in it. Obvs we did not want to be depressed.

And yet somehow — somehow — we end up watching Mrs. Brown on Netflix. We leave TC unattended for literally three minutes, where he keeps yelling, I have no idea how to work this GD stupid remote so HURRY up, yet miraculously he pulls up Mrs.Brown.

Naturally, I was like, MRS BROWN WHO? and then much sighing and shaking of TC’s big head {truly, it’s a very large head} and then having to try to keep straight all the Queen Victoria’s and King Albert’s. You know, it’d be a hell of a lot easier if they just went ahead and gave everyone their own name! I then might stand a chance in monarch memory. But they didn’t so they just all blend into one.

It’s so nice when you haven’t done something in so long with family that when you do do it, you forget any of the horrible family movie nights that ended in tears and slamming doors. Instead your left with warm fuzzies and your selective memory instantly decides that every movie night was always this great. That’s how it was tonight.

It didn’t matter that TC kept saying, NO ONE CAN TALK, I need to hear this. Except he excluded himself in this not talking business. And he kept drinking all my San Pellegrino. Which is fine, I only have a couple Costco sized cases laying around, but taking my own glass? Really? So I’d start to say, why don’t I just go get your own — only to be interuppted by, SHHHHHH! NO TALKING! But give me that water. I’m thirsty. Then just as silence would hit, he’d start cat cooing.

I love him. He adds so much entertainment. At one point, mid film, I looked over at him and he had one of my couch pillows balanced on his head. Wtf. I have no idea what he was doing. But it was funny.

Feeling particularly thankful that I enjoy my family so much. That we can spend so much time together and not get sick of each other. And extra extra thankful with a cherry on top that Maman came out just to hang with her chillens.

Our days have focused around bronzing, yoga and relaxing. It’s pretty darn delicious. And something about it, just feels summer to me.