When I think of my family, I think of that classic Marx Brothers moment from Go West:
GROUCHO: You love your brother, don't you?
CHICO: Nah, but I'm used to him.
That's the way it is with family. You love 'em, they drive you crazy, they push all your buttons (even when you're covered in armor), and when you get together with them over the holidays? Well, with my family, it always goes something like this: