The Dna Dance

And for Christmas we have received from our children DNA tests. Tests to say whether we are outstarts, downstarts, upstarts, or slowstarts. I already know that I am a re-start, as I re-start things over and over and over. But the point is, our children were interested, and so now I guess we are too. The procedure is easy. They send you a test tube with a stopper and a little cork lid, and a mail back box. You spit ten times into the test tube, put the stopper on it, make the little box up, Pop the spitted-up test tube into the box, and mail it in to the FBI if I was guessing. They probably then check you against all of their data bases for criminal activity and send back results. I figure they had a creative writer make up sixteen to twenty patterned results, and they choose one. I received my results and was disappointed as I wanted some great slices of something ethnic, Exotic, some proof that I come from Africa or Turkey or South America. Nothing wonderful like that happened. I had some Swedish, English, Pennsylvania Dutch, Scottish, Irish, common stuff, nothing exotic or fun. My husband who had been bragging for years that he is a hundred percent German, as he thinks they Are all smart is sitting in a stupor, Pouting that he has a teeny sliver of German, and something else I have forgotten already. But the great news is, he is more English than the English who now live in England. Quite disappointing as we cannot even understand them on the T.V. Great Christmas present. Thanks Girls.