My Scary Running Uncle
One of the things I will remember most about my exmormon uncle is the way he would go for long runs and come home dripping with sweat. That’s normal, but then he would chase us all over the house trying to hug us. I can’t stress how gross it was. I can’t even remember how long my sister and I hid in the bathroom pushing against the door so he couldn’t get in. Our exmormon uncle was always up to mischief like that. I won’t even tell you what he put in the refrigerator to trick someone into drinking. Yuck.
