I think it says a lot when strangers mistake you and your friends for sisters.
I always wanted a sister; I had 2 brothers and contantly begged my mom to have another baby. Stupid life-saving hysterectomy. I cursed her lack of a uterus... not really. But I REALLY wanted a sister. My brothers refused to braid my hair, play Miss Merrymack and Barbies, or even talk about boys. Assholes. Thinking about how many times GI Joe conveniently crashed Barbie's house and left it a messy filth hole... pisses me off. I honestly thought I could pee standing up until I was about 5 or 6. No matter how hard you push to make the pressure high enough to not cover your legs, it still won't work... girls aren't made to pee upright.
And no, I'm not having more babies.
Monday, September 01, 2008
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A stranger asked Jen and I (and the 7 kids) if we were a couple. Oh I much rather have been asked if we were sisters.....
Sisters are a good thing... I consider it a compliment.
I was very flattered. Especially that someone would think I was related to your two skinny asses.
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