Sunday, January 16, 2011


As I type this, my darling husband G and brother-in-law are downstairs in our basement painting the drywall on our finishing project.  Now, this also involves many cackles floating upstairs.  Whenever one of G's brothers is here assisting him in the construction of our project I am certain that mischief will follow suit.  Having grown up in a house of brothers, I know what that involves...

Smelly exchanges

Dirty Jokes

General Foulness

They're boys.  Yeah, I know...they're grown-up.  But at heart, they are boys who haven't gotten past the pranks they used to pull when they were in elementary school.  It's one of the things I love most about my husband, his brothers, and my own siblings.  Just don't tell them.

And, it is one of the reasons I wept with joy on the day my baby sister was born.  Cause sometimes you can't take anymore of the stink.

My mischief making baby sister
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