I can't wrap my head around being two instead of three. I have always had two sisters to consider - always thought of things in three. There are still three of us, yes, but for the rest of this here mortality I'm going to be stopping myself after every stinking time I'm like, "oh, and then Rach and Natti..." Wait a minute, I guess I don't need to buy one for Natti. Guess I don't need to make one for Natti. Guess I can't send one to Natti. It's downright inconvenient. Oy.
On a lighter note, I helped conduct some of the songs at our elementary's Veteran's Day program today and while I was sitting, I happened to glance to a side and notice a butt. Someone's younger (probably 3-year-old) sibling had managed to totally de-pants himself and was rolling around on the floor with his trousers around his ankles, lettin' it all hang out. Well that's one way to celebrate freedom, kid.
Easier Done Than Said: Attempts at blogging by a girl who doesn't like writing.
There's still three. Maybe every time you want to share something with her, you can write it in a journal. "Funny stories to tell Natti when I get the chance." Or "Gifts I would have given Natti." I think she'd dig it, and that way you can include her even though she's far away.
ReplyDeleteLove you, hun.
As a side note, I love that your comment box is labeled "Good Ideas/Bad Ideas." Not only is it a brilliant Animaniacs reference, but it cushions my comment just in case it's a really bad idea :)
ReplyDelete"Bart, I'm glad you're okay, but I widh you'd chosen a more tasteful way to be patriotic.
ReplyDelete....I'm just impressed you were able to write so legibly on your own butt."
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ReplyDeleteHugs. I still do the same thing.