My family has a theme song. It's called "The Mighty Santoros." I don't know how it came about, or when we started singing it, I just know it's awesome. Whenever we're together and someone asks us to sing it, we oblige. Because we're the mighty Santoros.

(There are way too many things going on in this picture for me to comment on just one. Also, we're way better looking now.)

Growing up, one of the more popular games I played with my siblings was called "Rug Burn." There were no rules, no instructions, no game pieces.
Basically we'd drag each other across the basement carpet until we all had proper rug burns. Fun times.

I have an ice obsession (those close to me would probably call it an addiction). I really just have an absurd amount of ice molds, because fancy ice makes drinks taste better. Sometimes people like to make fun of me for my fancy ice. Those people usually learn their lesson when I swipe my ice cube right out of their drink with my bare hand.

I take my friendships seriously. My friends from college call me Roxy, but none of us can remember why. We met many years ago at St. Michael's College in VT and still make the effort to get together at least once a year for Turtleneck Weekends.

We have an obese yellow lab named Otis. He's ridiculously handsome but regularly binges on garbage and purges wherever he damn well pleases. He once puked up a stick of butter still in the wrapper. I'm convinced he has the canine version of Prader Willi Syndrome.

My heart lives here, even when I don't. If I say too much, you'll want to spend your summers here too, and you can't because we're at capacity.
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I regularly send handwritten notes to people for no reason-- through the REAL MAIL! Granted the notes are almost always written inside an inappropriate card, but still.....

I get unreasonably aggravated (bordering on rage) by whistling and tapping noises.  If you whistle at your session, you'll see what I mean.  Also, please don't whistle at your session.

Those guys are mine and our everyday ordinary is messy, loud, and usually chaotic. They fight a lot. They each use at least 15 glasses a day and leave them everywhere. None of them know how to change a roll of toilet paper.
Even still, they're wicked awesome, and they will forever be my greatest accomplishment.
They're also much older now than they are in this photo but won't let me update the picture.

"The Cutest. That's what we call each other, because it's the truth. We've been close friends since college, where we met and found we had a shared sense of humor and love of bad words. She's funny, and good looking, and says nice things about me. That's why she's the Cutest. And so am I."
-Geoff A. | Yarmouth, MA