I talked to my sister last night on the phone for two hours.
I called her because she left a comment here.
Double big deal because she just recently got a computer.
And she brings the family member readership count to THREE.
Well, not including PhilBillPaul’s mom who calls him often to comment verbally and tells him to tell me that the soldier post made her cry and to stop it.
Thanks for reading Granny – did he get that right?
My mom reads randomly because it is a big day for her when she actually powers up her computer and signs on. She likes to read the comments more than what I write.
Sure, okay. Whatever, mom.
Anyway, I don’t talk much about the family I grew up with. Mostly because I have enough material about the one I’m living with now.
But also because I try to respect their privacy and know if I don’t, they could start a blog and start writing bad stories about me.
My sister Julie and I were not particularly fond of each other growing up. Just “normal” dysfunction that we have overcome as we have matured. Sort of. Well, probably her living in Illinois and me living in Georgia helps. We talk about once a year or so.
We do get along now and have scary stories to share since we both have teenage daughters. Julie was smart enough to have one child so she does see the light at the end of the tunnel.
An only child can be a good decision. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
We laughed a lot last night and we were actually talking about some funny old pictures we both remembered.
I’m pretty sure she gave me permission to post these pictures. You did, didn’t you?
As you can see, I was cooperating while Julie and Tod were being total gooners.
Do you know anyone who has a bigger forehead than I do? (It houses my giant brain but bangs would have been a better look, I think.)
Incidentally, I’m sure my brother is fine with me posting these pictures even though I didn’t get his permission. Then again, I don’t think he’s reading so he’ll never know as long as we all keep it quiet here…
Have a great weekend. Call your family.
P.S. Leave a comment and guess what year the pictures were taken by zeroing in on our stylish outfits and hair. Maybe I’ll give the first person who gets it right a prize!!! (Cousins are ineligible to guess.)
Then again, you might just get the Wiener Award. I’m not making any promises.