They pert near kill me.
So while she was here I kept good on my promise to interview her. Let me just say something about my interviewing skills.
I couldn't keep a straight face if my life depended on it. We giggled more than a gaggle of 6 year old girls. I should know this. I have a gaggle.
(Ooo fun....giggle AND gaggle...how often does one use both of those words in the same sentence?)
Anyway, here it is: Interview With My Sister ~ The Untold Story of...Stuff.
Me:Can I tell blogdom your real name or do you want to be all mysterious and only be known as "T"?
(hold your applause)
(I'm lookin' for a fight, can you tell?)
(Notice the word "crazy" is key in describing my home, right?)
(Told ya! ding! ding! ding!)
(Well now. She doesn't mince words, does she?)
(Our mother did NOT play around. As evidenced by the charred "Get Out of Jail Free" card!)
(I really did. I was 5 and chasing a little boy around in Sunday School when I slipped and fell because of my black patent Mary Jane's. The only time in my life I've cursed a cute pair of shoes.)
(Banana baby food ROCKS, by the way!)
And yes, things are too quiet for her today and not quiet enough for me. We miss each other terribly and are already plotting our next meeting together. In a little over 2 months! Woot!
Sisters are a good thing, y'all.
A really. good. thing.