sisters and such

I get to see my sister soon; and I’m pretty darn stoked about it. Her husband’s leaving the country on business for a day or so and I’m going in to laugh at her toes. She has these tiny little toes that look like they’ve walked through a hornet’s nest. Those are my brother’s words, not mine. I wouldn’t say such things because, like my other brother, I have Hobbit Feet. My peep toes hate them.

Anyway. Last week I get this email from her (See previous post). She’s talking about her six year old. I keep saying “You should really do a Mommy Blog” and she keeps saying “I wouldn’t tell you if I did.”

I plan on making the Euro take some decent photos – because I only have two of she and me together where we’re not ten years old and in our bathing suits, holding watermelons in one hand and shot guns in the other.

I am not joking.

And this is exactly why we’ve been approached to write a screen play. But I’ll tell you about that later. 😉