Today's blog post is dedicated to all sisters who are self-deprecating and who just can't let it go...Sadly, everyone in my family loves to take pictures, which means I will be haunted till my dying days by closed eye freeze framed mid-sentence fright faces, poorly timed flash, and bad fashion history.
This is an exact transcription of a conversation I had with my sister over her posting of the picture seen below of Cherdo (left) and Sister D (right).
Sister D: Inspired? Lol
Cherdo: Yes, to create toddler girdles.
Sister D: Did we have worms or something?
Sister D: Overfeed those children!
Cherdo: I was dragging you to the chow line.
Sister D: Bloated bellied starving children.
Cherdo: ....where did I put those other terrible Sister D pictures....
Sister D: At least you didn't have to wear the dumb bathing suit.
Cherdo: Oh, yeah, my suit is a knockout. :-|
Sister D: I couldn't get cute braids. Boy hair! Ughhh
Cherdo: Yeah, those braids covered all my figure flaws...NOT.
Sister D: My head looks like a melon.
Sister D: I ALWAYS wear socks to the pool.
Cherdo: Why am I smiling? What do I have to smile about? I'm standing in weeds and my toddler cellulite is chaffing my inner sausage-legs.
Cherdo: And I don't have glasses on, so I can't even see my own humiliation.
Sister D: Someone said "ice Cream"?
Sister D: At least you could get your legs together. I clearly could not.
Cherdo: I need to put a caption over my head, "Hey, more food over there! Come on, Sister D!"
All you sisters out there have a good weekend.