Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Family, it's kind of a weird place...
My aunt and I have hands that look the same.
My older daughter, sister and I all rub one of our feet against the sheet while we're drifting off to sleep.
My dad and I figure that if we don't know how to fix something, we'll just figure it out along the way (that's why my neighbor's outside light isn't perfectly level, I ain't an electrician).
My mom and I make freakishly good bread.
My younger daughter and I are both pros at the silent "I'm not mad but really I am but I don't want to talk about it but I want you to figure out what you did wrong but I don't want you to think that I'm going to forgive you any time soon but I'm not mad" routine.
And now I've used the words "and I" nine million times.
and I* am done
*nine million and one