Well my sister called me at work yesterday and said that she read the blog entry about MNC. She loved it!!! (Valentine's Day After)
I decided that since she's actually in here looking at this stuff, I should throw her a bone.
I'd like to tell you about a few fun times with my sister.
The Truck Stop:
My sister lives in a very rural area, just off of a major interstate highway, and before Walmart came along, about the only thing on that highway near her home was a truck stop called Blue Ridge. I was staying with her then, and late one night we decided that we were hungry, so we went to Blue Ridge for, oh I don't remember, some heavenly meaty thing floating in gravy with lots of mashed potatoes. Dear God, it was good! I think we had apple turnovers for dessert. So here we are, the only two women in this testosterone soaked truck stop, eating and giggling, and pretty much drawing a lot of attention.
When we are finished, sis heads for the cash register, and I decided to run to the ladies room before we left. I came out while she was paying our check, and all of the truckers at the counter are having a field day checking us out. "This is where the real fun starts", I thought to myself. Keep in mind, my sister is generally a little reserved, something I've never been particularly good at. All eyes were on us as I approached her, so I casually walked up, pressed up against her side, and started lovingly stroking her back, and caressing her shoulder as though we were a couple. I was being friendlier than mere sisters would be, if you get my drift. You could see looks being shot back and forth between these guys now, they were loving this stuff. As we were walking out, I tried to even reach for her hand, but she wasn't having it. She was bright red by this point. We were both laughing so hard as we hurried outside.
If I had a dollar for every time an outing with my sister ended in "you're so bad" I'd be a very wealthy woman.
Heck's:
I think "Heck's" was the name of the store at that time. It was a pre-Walmart department store. We walked in one day, just like many times before. Probably picking up the usual kind of stuff...shampoo, whatnots, some new flip-flops...whatever. We were walking down the center isle, and she got a little ahead of me, so I started calling her name. Loudly. And acting like I was kind of...mentally challenged. (Yes, I know how wrong that is, but we're sister's okay?)
Keep in mind, that my sister's nickname is LULU. So it really was a pretty funny sight, this grown woman stomping around a department store yelling impatiently for "LULU".
Of course, she's purple, and walking quickly in the opposite direction, which only added to my "tantrum". When I caught up with her I told her that "That wasn't very nice, and I think you hurt 'bof' of my feelings"!
Ahhh, the joy in embarrassing my big sister!
I decided that since she's actually in here looking at this stuff, I should throw her a bone.
I'd like to tell you about a few fun times with my sister.
The Truck Stop:
My sister lives in a very rural area, just off of a major interstate highway, and before Walmart came along, about the only thing on that highway near her home was a truck stop called Blue Ridge. I was staying with her then, and late one night we decided that we were hungry, so we went to Blue Ridge for, oh I don't remember, some heavenly meaty thing floating in gravy with lots of mashed potatoes. Dear God, it was good! I think we had apple turnovers for dessert. So here we are, the only two women in this testosterone soaked truck stop, eating and giggling, and pretty much drawing a lot of attention.
When we are finished, sis heads for the cash register, and I decided to run to the ladies room before we left. I came out while she was paying our check, and all of the truckers at the counter are having a field day checking us out. "This is where the real fun starts", I thought to myself. Keep in mind, my sister is generally a little reserved, something I've never been particularly good at. All eyes were on us as I approached her, so I casually walked up, pressed up against her side, and started lovingly stroking her back, and caressing her shoulder as though we were a couple. I was being friendlier than mere sisters would be, if you get my drift. You could see looks being shot back and forth between these guys now, they were loving this stuff. As we were walking out, I tried to even reach for her hand, but she wasn't having it. She was bright red by this point. We were both laughing so hard as we hurried outside.
If I had a dollar for every time an outing with my sister ended in "you're so bad" I'd be a very wealthy woman.
Heck's:
I think "Heck's" was the name of the store at that time. It was a pre-Walmart department store. We walked in one day, just like many times before. Probably picking up the usual kind of stuff...shampoo, whatnots, some new flip-flops...whatever. We were walking down the center isle, and she got a little ahead of me, so I started calling her name. Loudly. And acting like I was kind of...mentally challenged. (Yes, I know how wrong that is, but we're sister's okay?)
Keep in mind, that my sister's nickname is LULU. So it really was a pretty funny sight, this grown woman stomping around a department store yelling impatiently for "LULU".
Of course, she's purple, and walking quickly in the opposite direction, which only added to my "tantrum". When I caught up with her I told her that "That wasn't very nice, and I think you hurt 'bof' of my feelings"!
Ahhh, the joy in embarrassing my big sister!
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