Family reunions are weird. You gather with people you barely know. You have to do things you don't enjoy, like eat Great-Aunt Twyla's sketchy potato-and-cat-hair-salad. You think Grandpa Garrett is sleeping, only to find out at the end of the night he died, which means you were playing dumb games like "water balloon toss" in front of a CORPSE. But here's one thing you can be thankful for: You're not at the goddess Hera's Awkward Family Reunion, where 90% of the guests are her brother/husband's bastard offspring. Oof. Good luck, girl.