I wonder if my beautiful sisters even read my blog. If they do, like any good sister would, I wonder if they are nervous about their picture being posted on the Internet for the world to see. They shouldn’t be, mostly because they are beautiful, but also because I have only a handful of loyal readers.
Speaking of loyal readers, who is Stephen? Padre, my finger is pointed at you.
Ok, back on track.
Today, a visual ode to a beautiful Biscuit. Not only does my younger sister have the hair, grace and sense of style that makes me green, but she also embodies a laugh-until-you-pee sense of humor. Couple that with her underappreciated cooking skills and care giving nature and it appears the family gene scales were tipped in her favor.
At the fair, being corn-ey
Diva-licious – She is in her favorite place, on stage, with a drink in hand.
Just lounging in the back yard – This was not posed. Seriously she’s weird.
Showing off her beautiful melons. And you should know, she loves her melons:
On the edge of the world: