So today, I just returned from having a make-up Mother's Day at my aunt's house.

As I'm sitting there eating the lasagna as a filler ('cause a few of the guys were out back at the grill cooking burgers), the aunt hosting this (I'll call her N), was looking around and says, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." Her daughter said that she is forgetting to eat.

Now my family, most of the birthdays for them are in April and September. N's birthday is September 20, and not surprisingly, her brother, who happens to be my dad, has a birthday on September 7.

(For those interested in my mom's birth date, hers is April 13, and yes, she's an Aries ♈️.)

So yeah, there are two Virgos ♍️ in my family that are siblings. That's not the funny part.

As I was sitting there eating my lasagna, N was making sure that everyone is comfortable and enjoying themselves. It was funny how my aunt was making a deal over the smallest things.

Later, N took my dad to the side and complained about how there was butter in the potatoes and not enough cheese. Mom was not pleased by this since my aunt is a bit of a cheese lover and enjoys cheesy potatoes. I should mention that this wasn't a small batch of cheesy potatoes either: this was a pretty large tray that held them, so it should have been enough, but she's a bit picky.

Until today, I wasn't really paying much attention to the way N usually acts about trying to do certain things, but thinking back, it's funny how she worked hard to get things ready for a small family gathering where we were all pretty much stuck in the house due to the rain.

At least we got the heck out of there before too much time passed 'cause one of N's cats was giving all of us the stink eye from the top of the staircase.