i don’t know how it happened, but sister #4 somehow wrangled her way into being the bun sister. even worse than that, sister #3 gets to be the pickles and chips sister. how fair is that? i have to be the salad sister. being the salad sister stinks, because it involves cooking and chopping and mixing ingredients. being the salad sister means that you can’t just run to the store and pick up a bag of chips and wahoo! you are off to the bbq all prepared.
i had planned on calling a family meeting this father’s day to discuss the complete unfairness of my salad sister status, but we got sidetracked. it seems it was the jaycee’s water carnival day in teeny, tiny hutchinson where sister #2 lives.
so after parking a few blocks away and having to tote my salad through the entire population of hutchinson, i had other things on my mind. see, sister #2 lives smack dab in the middle of the parade route. so there were marching bands and princesses pelting candy at kids. and well, clearly i needed to comment on sister #2’s rawknroll neighbors who were doing jello shots on their front lawn. plus they were all wearing doofy cat-in-the-hat hats. but they weren’t cat in the hat hats really, they were cat in the hat type hats with giant flames painted on them. yes, i am dead serious. sister #2 said they started doing jello shots at about 1 in the afternoon. i guess people take parades quite seriously in hutchinson.
of course my sisters picked on me everytime a marching band went by. will i never live down my marching band history?? i marched in one parade, the halloween parade in anoka. . . i was only in 8th grade. i didn’t know any better.
so there were people there in spam shirts whipping blue spam candies at the crowd. i as double dog dared to eat one of the spam labeled candies. it was a gross pink colored mint. it was hideous. i made gross faces that made jaycie and max laugh.
in other cute niece news, jaycie has started telling people her name is natalie. she thinks she’s a dixie chick. so the little girl who lives next door keeps calling her natalie. it’s quite funny.
also, i got a lean, mean, green, george forman grilling machine. who wants to come over for dinner?