Because I rarely see her, I tend to forget how funny an evening with Glitter Sister can actually be. Tonight, Survivor Uncle and Alliance Uncle came over for dinner. Glitter Sister was on such a roll, I actually started taking notes. Here’s just a few of her sound bites from tonight:
Glitter Sister: “Aren’t you proud of me? I actually cleaned my toilet, which never happens. I cleaned between the lid and the second lid, you know, the one with a hole in it that’s shaped like a donut.”
Survivor Uncle: “You mean the seat?”
Glitter Sister:” Well yeah, but no. Without padding, it’s not really a seat.”
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“But see? This one is more of a satchel. I like something small that clings to my arm. Like a puppy.” ~Glitter Sister flipping through the new Coach catalogue.
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“I have this monkey fuzz on my forehead, but I think I’m over-trimming.” ~Glitter Sister on… well, your guess is as good as mine.
God I love my sister!!
