It's been a big week.
Last night, my sister got married. Many of you were there. We threw popcorn and toast (yes, toasted bread), and we booed and sighed and cheered. (Okay, if you weren't there, the wedding was at a theater that was performing a popcorn-tossing melodrama, Sinbad the Sailor, so not all of the booing and cheering was about the bride and groom). The girls played the wedding march until Rhonda said "Wrap it up!" Rhonda and Larry were silly and giddy, and so absolutely sure of themselves. It was wonderful to see.
Someone, I can't remember who, said to me that I was losing my sister. I don't buy that. You couldn't pry me away from my sister however hard you tried. Not even Larry, who my grandmother calls a "good-sized man," could do that. All I lost last night was my voice.
But Larry may be losing something--peace, quiet, sanity...
I have to say, he's adjusted to our chaos pretty well over the last three and a half years. It's not easy, and you all know I'm not always easy to be around, but he keeps trying. He adores Andrew and has bonded with the chickens. I admit it; Larry's a good guy.
Congratulations, guys. I'll even try to knock before I walk into the house from now on!
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