Family came and reminded us that it is indeed genetic from BOTH sides. There were tales from Grandpa of lesbian vampires, Nicole's tyrrannical childhood/reign of terror over Gabriel and I, our aunt Alice being grateful for not having children, and marital strife between Rolando and Claudina. Except not so much on the last part.
[Tidbit: Nicole went by 'Nikki' until about four or five years ago. Since then, she has been 'Nicole'. No one in our family over the age of 20 can ever grasp this]
Nicole: Okay, I'm going to take over for Jenni on the following questions. Anyone asks: "How are you", "How's school", "How's your boyfriend" or "Who is your boyfriend", and I will answer for her.
Me: And in return, I will stab anyone who insists on calling her 'Nikki'.
The family presents were opened. Mom liked her necklace, Dad likes his Bond CD (Rolando immediately 'borrowed' it to 'make a backup'. Riiiight), Emma thoroughly enjoyed the inflatable Spongebob Squarepants we got her. Yay. My mom gave our uncle Rick (who is much like Gabriel only slightly more responsible and a good bit older. And taller) a sheepy. Poo, sheepy, poo!
We then went to church and watched the scary choir leader lady who can't sing, play flute, conduct, arrange music, or pick songs that don't sound like ass, yet insists on doing all of the following. Someone's daughter also sang, as she has done every year in recent memory. As per the norm, she appeared to be dislocating her jaw to swallow a goat or something on the higher notes. This amused me. I am going to hell, but at least my entire family is goin' down with me. HAHAHA.