Okay. Here’s the thing.

My family is a little insane.

Don’t get me wrong — I absolutely adore my family. Granted, they’re a little overwhelming when you’re bringing a guy for the first time, but I wouldn’t trade the long, loud and chaotic family dinners for anything. (When my brother met my last boyfriend, he said, “Hey, who’s the hippie?” I was traumatized.)

My two sisters and my brother-in-law are home for Christmas, and since we didn’t get to see Harry Potter 7 together in November, we went to see it tonight. Cue us driving home talking in British accents, which soon morphed into my sister talking in her obnoxious German/Austrian accent and me in my Indian/who-even-knows accent. I don’t know how my brother-in-law deals with us. Or how my sister got so lucky — he even joined in, and his accent was, at times, funnier than ours.

But then things got a little worse (or better?). Do you guys hide a pickle ornament on your Christmas tree? My family isn’t German (we think) but we have a pickle that we hide each year. Though we don’t actually do anything with it — we say whoever finds it opens the first present Christmas morning and always forget — looking for the pickle still gets pretty heated.

I’m not sure what happened this year,  but somehow the pickle ended up in my sister’s sweater pocket.

We were very skeptical about how the pickle ended up in her pocket. (Okay, we yelled. A lot.)

She tried to explain herself and blamed my brother-in-law. This got us nowhere. I seriously still have zero idea what happened.

Also, it should be noted that this was all spoken in British accents.

I’ve already been home for a week. I guess time really does zip by when you’re surrounded by people you love. And yelling in accents.