holy hannah!

you’d think we were trying to negotiate peace in the middle east or something. 17 e-mails and three phone calls, and they’re still trying to decide on what to wear for this goofy picture.

i am happy to report that i’ve talked them out of the matching color thing. it was tough, but i laid down the eldest sister smack and they fell into line just like they are supposed to.

of course, i just got a call from the mall:
“so how about forest green and white?”
“together?”
“no, some of us wear forest green and some of us wear white.”
“how about not?”
“why?”
“because that will look super doofy. just pick a dark, muted colors — navy blue, forest green, dark grey.”
“you’re so smart.”
“i know.”

of course my favorite exchange came via e-mail between sisters #3 and 4:
sister #4: what time is this?
sister #3: 5:30 saturday.
sister #4: i have becky’s party.
sister #1 (me): can’t you meet up with them later?
sister #4: well they were going to the acme comedy club and then to the bars so there’s no way i can find them ever [ed note. . . my problems are insurmountable, you cannot solve them don’t even suggest i use that new fangled contraption called a cell phone, yeah that thing that i have permently glued to my ear and had to up my plan to like 39,382 minutes a month because i am a whiny, selfish brat].
sister #3: that’s fine! you’re adopted anyway, so only the real sisters will be in the picture HAHAHAHA.
sister #4: are you trying to piss me off?
sister #3: it was a joke, apparently you didn’t get it. do whatever you want but you’re the one who will have to explain to mom why you’re not in the picture.