I have the greatest sister in the world. I love to laugh and that is good because I laugh my hardest when I’m with my brothers and sister. There was one week about seven years ago when my sister came to visit. My hubby was out of her town. She left her hubby at home because he was working. It was just her and me (and several children). We laughed. I can’t think back to that visit without laughing. The week involved stories about piñatas, electric screwdriver home improvement projects, a noise at the side door late one night, and a day at a children’s museum where she and I had more fun than all the children at the museum.My sister can do a dead-on Katherine Hepburn impression. She calls me on the phone and suddenly I’m speaking to Katherine Hepburn. Dahling, you will never know the amusing things we have to say to one another.
Yesterday, Katherine Hepburn, I mean, my sister called me and we discussed making seed cake for the day’s Hobbit festivities. She told me a story about her husband and a party with his family that had me rolling on the floor with laughter.She is an awesome mom too. She sings crazy camp songs and speaks in fake English accents to annoy the heck out of her children. I wish I were as awesome as her.
Anyway, back to Hobbit Day. I fixed porridge for breakfast that only my husband ate. I wore the closest outfit I have to a Hobbit dress and an apron. For dinner I fixed a dinner of bread, cheese, crispy bacon, and seed cake. Wash it all down with white grape juice. Mmm…. A great meal. I wish I were an elf, who floated about in beautiful homes in beautiful forests, wearing beautiful clothes, but I realized that I am a Hobbit at heart. And I’m OK with that.
PS, Happy first day of fall! I love fall.