Monday night I went to my sister’s house for dinner and a little Bachelorette viewing. Let’s discuss that show quickly before I get into the real story here…
First of all, is it just me or are like 90% of the guys on that show total tools?! Seriously. I feel for poor DeAnna. Her pickins are so slim. And that Robert she voted off—what a wenis! Nice shirt unbuttoned to your happy trail hair. Ugh. I wanted to throw rocks at the TV. The only good one on there is the guy with the kid.
Secondly, does anyone have any idea where to get an adorable gold top like the one she wore on her Robert/Fred date? It was so cute! If I were her, I would’ve just given all my roses to that top. And maybe bought it an engagement ring, too.
Okay now onto the real story from Monday.
My sister (who is 10 years my senior) has two daughters. Her youngest is in fourth grade and was going to be celebrating Frontier Day or Goldmining Day or some related made-up holiday at school this week, so my sister decided to dig out her Holly Hobbie costume from childhood for her to wear.
When my niece came downstairs to model the bright red getup my mom had made 30 years earlier, we all burst out laughing.
“Mooommm,” she whined, “Can’t I just wear jeans and a flannel shiiiirt?”
“Oh but you look so cute,” my sister said, adjusting her bonnet. “You look like…like…one of those polygamist wives from Texas.”
And then, being the warped and brilliant sisters we are, we made my niece pose with her stomach popped out as far as it would go so that she looked like a pregnant teenage polygamist bride.
I think she makes a real purdy sister wife, don’t you?