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Mine was good, because alternatively, I left my parents and ran away to brothers. I like my immediate family... its just a shame about the non-immediates= brother in laws parents. Greek. Wierd. Pernickety. Coming to stay in our house next month. Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done to deserve this.
These people put my sister in a week of constant tears, a week before the basically forced baptism of her son, under the basically forced (under the wieght of tradition and expectation of the family) to call her son Lazaros (after his grandfather), which she hates. She called him Ross all the time. They suddenly came out with, how dare you discrace the family(ish) name, by calling him Ross? Thats a dog's name. You have to call him Lazaros, or find another name to Christen him under. Oh, and it has to be a greek name.
So she had to search rapidly thru books looking for names all week. Finally she cracked. The whole of greece had fallen out over this, and these are people she lives and works with. Now its Lazaros, Lazarae, or Lazaraki/Lazarokos, depending on how much puff you have when you have to call him. And these people are gonna be in my house for god knows how long.
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