And made them listen to stories about testicles and lady squirts and bad relationships and Monster Cereals? And they STILL all wanted to crowd into the kitchen with you and maybe they made fun of that box of Franzia but they sure as hell drank the whole thing anyway?
Then it would be just like this. And this is AWESOME. Thank you for being a friend, internets. Thank you for being my sisters, sisters. I forgot how much work a brand new blog was and how much it needs babysitting and how time-consuming and stressful that can be -- but boy howdy, it is already so worth it.
Thanks everybody for reading, thanks to the brave ones who comment (and we do, seriously, invite comment on everything, no matter how trivial), thanks to the intrepid askers of TMI Questions -- and thanks, sisters, for making me look like less of a maniacal homebound Myers-Briggs outlier* because oh my god, there are THREE of them just like that? How the hell? Your poor mother.**
Anyway. I'm having a good time. Don't stop me now.
*I was an I/E N T/F P/J. In case you were wondering what that looks like in realtime.
**Who, I might add, taught us both the "I see London, I see France" rhyme, AND told us this joke when we were just a little bit too young for it:
So there's this guy who goes to the beach to pick up some ladies, but none of them are paying any attention to him. Instead they're all flocking to this one lifeguard. And the guy can't figure it out -- he's handsome, he's fit, what is the problem? So one day he goes up to the lifeguard and asks, "Okay, man, what's your secret? Why do all the women adore you?"
And the lifeguard says, "Here's what you do, guy. You take a great big potato and you put it down your speedo -- and the ladies will be all over you."
So the guy goes home and the next day he shoves a big old Idaho baker into his speedo and he's walking around on the beach, and not only are the women failing to fawn over him, they are actually pointing and laughing at him! "But I did exactly what the lifeguard says," he says to himself, baffled, and he marches himself over to the lifeguard to find out what the problem is.
"Aw, man," the lifeguard tells him. "No, dude. You're supposed to put the potato IN THE FRONT of your swimsuit."
