After Robert gets back from her spring break in Germany (what! I know, right? crazy rich parents) I'm going to visit her, sleep in her hammock, and drag her butt three hours down to the Texas beaches. I demand ocean. and sunlight. and hopefully corona with lime.
I'm wicked excited to see her. But, as you can see from our texttalk this morning, I still have to bust her chops at every oppertunity:
Robert: Shmessica, I get to see you in two weeks!
Me: I know! That's gross.
Robert: Umm, the proper response is "I know! I will make you cookies!"
Me: You need cookies to feed your face? Gross, I say. Ew.
Robert: What! cookies are good!
Me: Like I have time to bake cookies. You wish, little sister, you wish.
Robert: Whatever, enemy.
Hee. Hilarious. Oh, and before I forget, Quixote is being adorable. He deserves a day stress-free, and I may drag him off to funness on the 17th.
(I'm also having fun making up names for mens. For the record, Sage is not called as such because he's wise (like I'd admit to that), but rather because he reminds me of blackberry-sage tea. I thought it would just taste terrible, and be a waste of my time, but it turned out to be delicious so I bought a whole tin and enjoyed the hell out of it....and now I can't find it anywhere and I'm out of tea! It's a stupid metaphor...*sigh*)
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Ok attempt number 2!! I hope your visit to your sister is great. Give her a big hug from me and one for your self also of course. Enjoy some of the sun and surf for me, you deserve it after all your hard work. I'll skip the corona and move to something sweeter please. I hope this gets to you as being a fuddy duddy old aunt in the wilds of Dillon, I do not know how to "blog" and my computer is almost as old as me (grammatically incorret I am sure!) Love you lots and hope to see both of your soon, Auntie D
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