So you may have already read Marie's post about our family secret:
We sold Girl Scout cookies to dead people.
That sounds like a bad M. Night Shyamalan spoof, doesn't it?
I have to add that I also sold cookies to live people, the ones that lived all around The Block (The Block was a very important part of my childhood--i.e. "I'm going around The Block"). I sold 90% to live people and 10% to dead people. Daisy Kale was always a super customer, one of my Grandma's very old neighbors who had passed away years before. I think by the time Marie and Katherine were of selling age, the split between live/dead had shifted some.
We must be THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD to have done this. Because it sounds awful. And the fact that we're all giggling about it only makes it worse.
But there you have it.
You may also have seen the hideous end-of-8th-grade picture Marie posted of me this morning. That was most definitely the height of my most awkward five years... *sigh* some people have an awkward 18 months, mine stretched from the moment I got the awful haircut from Mrs. Gretsinger in 6th grade until my horrible perm experiment finally grew out my sophomore year. Thanks, Marie.
Here I present one of my favorite pictures of my sisters. It had to be the fall of 1988 or 1989, because we were in our new house. I love this picture for two reasons: Marie's glasses that she can see God with are not part of the costume, and Katherine's pose ABSOLUTELY CRACKS ME UP. It has from the time I took the picture, and it continues to today. If this were a swearing blog, I would say she looked like a total bad something. But it's not, so I won't, but you can imagine.
I love you, M & K!