It’s not the fact that my sister, who looks younger than I do…and is WAY hotter than I am, is going to be a grandma that I am writing this.
Back about 5 years ago my sister, mom and I decided we needed to go to Las Vegas. My sister was turning 40ish and my mom had never been on a big plane.
My mom has been saying that she’s going to die soon since she turned 38.
“I better go now, because you never know…I might die soon.” or “I don’t think I am going to make it much longer.”
Internet, don’t say anything to her…but I think she is a touch dramatic.
When we decided to go to Las Vegas it was for many reasons. My mother is a gambling whore. I am my mother’s daughter. And my sister…
Okay, my sister is the coolest person I know. She listens to Pantera. She blares Limp Bizkit on the way to work. She can dance better than JLo. She can sing any Motown song ever made. She rocks out to things from Salt & Pepa to Eminem. She is truly the coolest person you’ll ever meet.
The real reason we picked Las Vegas: Kathy has a life long dream of seeing David Cassidy in concert.
Pick your jaws up off the damn keyboard my fellow bloggers. I know, it is a shock. It has been a family secret for years, but she admitted it today on Pissy Britches blog. I figured it was okay to talk about it.
It’s not good to keep this kind of stuff bottled up.
So what are you all hiding?