The family, with it's proud Norwegian roots, is battling to hold on to it's identity in the decreasingly Scandinavian ghetto of the midwest. After Grandma's initial disappointment that Neko wasn't marrying a true blood Norwegian, she found the fact that I have a Norwegian name and all my own teeth a consolation of sorts.
Cuz'n Dave Monen said "You know you're redneck when your family tree only has one branch on it". Well that's not how we roll in the Peters, Monen, and Griffin fold: I like to think of my contribution as that of widening the gene pool.
The family have been teaching us Canasta, and we've been introducing them to the wonders of Wimbledon and World Cup football. It's decided, we'll be supporting Norway.
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