Well, I woke up this morning to SO's little brother knocking on our bedroom door, unannounced. His parents are on their way to Texas and just decided to stop by. They have a key...but, come on! Who does that? Just "stops by" someone's house at 8am? I didn't even have their card written out, I had to run downstairs and do it.
The drama in our family usually revolves around my 26 year old cousin, who is gay and moved to Florida with his drug addict boyfriend. They moved down there without anywhere to live, so they live at some BNB for gay couples and work for their rent. There's always some catastrophe going on in his life and he likes to piss off his really Catholic parents by posting controversial things on his FB.