Cousins, and double cousins

I have a ton of cousins.  35 first cousins on my mom’s side, 3 on my dad’s.  But wait!  2 of those on my dad’s side are also on my mother’s side.  (And no, we’re not from Arkansas.)  Here’s how it works: my mother’s brother married my dad’s sister, so their kids are my double cousins.  We share almost as much DNA as siblings.  

My two double cousins are Chuck and Judy.  Those names just go together, don’t you think?  Anywho, Cousin Judy is one of  my most favorite people on the face of this earth!   She’s crazy fun, and finds the funny in everything.   

Although we weren’t particularly close as kids, we’ve become the best of friends as grown ups. We like the same TV shows.  We repeat the same movie quotes (except she knows way more movies than I do).  We text dancing reviews to each other during Dancing with the Stars.  We go on road trips.  And, we both think the Road Kill Menu that can be found at Dick’s Five and Dime in old town Branson is the funniest written document in the whole wide world!  You’ll just have to go there and buy one and you’ll know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.