me and my sister, when we were young’ns.
(i’m on the right.)
(we actually are not scottish presently, nor were we ever scottish in the past.)
On the Town (1949)
my sister’s italian boyfriend has a dog that “hates him” cause it always barks and snarls at him
and tonight when my sister was over his house, the dog bit him on the calf.
my dad’s commentary on the situation was “maybe the dog likes italian food.”
My sister bought me a talkin’ Dalek and a vworpin’ TARDIS plushie!
it’s my sister’s birthday today. as you can see, we’re both crazy good-looking people.
(except for the part where Casey is actually the prettiest girl in the world. and the most talented and the funniest and the nicest and the greatest. and she’s 19 now! what the heck how did that happen.)
My sister and I went out to a Mexican restaurant tonight, a family style place that has brown paper tablecovers so kids can draw all over them with crayons that they provide.
I was lamenting our lack of crayons and how we were too “adult” to be given some, to which Casey said:
“If a person is too young to drink, then they shouldn’t be too old for crayons.”
My sister just got cast in Twelfth Night as Olivia.
As you can see, she has wasted no time when it comes to showing her pride via writing her character’s name on Snapple bottles that she has sipped from.
I almost sent some annoying, slightly creepy kid on my Facebook a message that said “you’re so pretty!” because his name is right below my sister’s on my FB chat sidebar thing.