This is my sister, Lisa. She is the best aunt named Lisa that my kids have ever had. They adore her. She is a party animal. Like, every time we visit her there are manicures, pedicures, Legos and dogs and a bunny and frogs to play with, movies to watch, and a bowl full of Wintergreen Lifesavers to eat. And then there was that one time last week when she made me get my eyebrows threaded, but we won't talk about that blip on her otherwise stellar sister record.
Her house has this completely ridiculous, gorgeous lawn that she mows every week. She let Chancho "help" a little:
Speaking of ridiculous things, and speaking of Lisa, here is a picture that I cannot find it in myself to be ashamed of:
Do not be alarmed, this next picture taken on a green screen. Dragons are not real. Thanks for killing the dream, Frazier Museum.
Remember how I said that Lisa is the party aunt? She recently took my girls to a Cincinnati Reds game that was not rained out. Their seats were close enough to smell the B.O. of each individual Reds player.
But thanks to all of our pool time my kids can swim like little fishies. Tess dives like a pro and she is actually really fast. I can't out-swim her anymore. I have tried.
I can't believe that I am going to sign off with that picture, but that's all I've got for you today, folks. Until next time--
See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!
(Maybe I would. Are you rich?)
(Or do you at least have an annual pass to Disneyland?)
(We'll be in touch.)