See, Shane, my well-groomed, sensitive cellist cousin with exceptionally good taste in clothing and a sparkling wit has come out of the closet, and nobody was really all that surprised.
Not that we'd all out and out decided he was gay or anything, but come on people, he's fun to shop with.
So, instead of some teary, hysterical scene in which he is denounced, disowned and dismembered, we all kind of went, "Oh, yeah, we figured."
Hee hee.
The only thing is, my uncle is slightly disappointed because he wanted grandkids. But other than that, we're all fine with it. And who knows, Shane may come through with the grandkids anyway.
