Miss Me Jeans are back...and so is my crazy older sister who can hold a grudge like no one I've ever seen.
I've talked about my sisters a lot lately. Mostly because with every passing day it becomes more real that we are actually moving away. We are as close as sisters can possibly be and it doesn't seem real that I won't be able to just walk down the street any time I need to talk with them. I also have to think that the Sauvignon Blanc sellers in our area will notice a dramatic drop in sales since when we get into one of our long yap sessions, we drink enough white wine to affect the global supply. Not only are we close, our kids are more or less siblings and it's pretty much every day that I'm praising, hugging, dancing, singing or even disciplining or breaking up a fight between kids I didn't give birth to. So yeah the nostalgia is hitting me hard as I spent the afternoon packing up family pictures and putting them in boxes since I want to carry them with us instead of letting the movers take them. It's also hitting me because my older sister Jennifer is cu...