This year at our family reunion, my sister introduced us to a novel dice game involving luck, chance, a complicated scoring system, and a lot of adding. I might add that the participants aren't quiet. We celebrate with a loud and exuberant, "Oh!" when it goes well, and a melancholy "oh" when all the points are lost. This tends to catch the attention of strangers who want to know what we are doing.
We sat at the beach under a canopy in our beach chairs around a camp table throwing dice and making our exclamations. A lady who introduced herself as Amy entered the periphery to find out the rules and started taking notes. Instead, she was invited to join in.
During the game, it was discovered by my fashion conscious sister that they were wearing the same swimming suit. Amy complained that the strap cut across her shoulder in the most annoying way. My sister commented it hasn't been a problem for her then stated the obvious, "But I don't have a chest to pull the strap down." Amy then started lamenting how difficult it is to be so endowed.
"I know," I quipped, feeling a great deal of empathy for my newfound sister-of-large-hoo-has. "My back is always aching from the weight of these things."
My parents posing with their favorite daughter
Georgous teenager on the losing end of a frisbee game
The best freckles can be found on this beauty
If he weren't my son, he'd definitely be my boyfriend.
Trouble times two.
We sat at the beach under a canopy in our beach chairs around a camp table throwing dice and making our exclamations. A lady who introduced herself as Amy entered the periphery to find out the rules and started taking notes. Instead, she was invited to join in.
During the game, it was discovered by my fashion conscious sister that they were wearing the same swimming suit. Amy complained that the strap cut across her shoulder in the most annoying way. My sister commented it hasn't been a problem for her then stated the obvious, "But I don't have a chest to pull the strap down." Amy then started lamenting how difficult it is to be so endowed.
"I know," I quipped, feeling a great deal of empathy for my newfound sister-of-large-hoo-has. "My back is always aching from the weight of these things."
Amy looked so relieved to find someone who could relate to her. She glanced up quickly to see my face and continued, "I know! It's like. . ." She then paused and dropped her eyes down. Then she laughed loud and long. I tried to continue my empathetic reflection of having to deal with such large breasts but she just kept laughing.
I assume she was laughing at my flowered mom swimming suit.
I assume she was laughing at my flowered mom swimming suit.
My parents posing with their favorite daughter
The best freckles can be found on this beauty
If he weren't my son, he'd definitely be my boyfriend.
Baawaahahahahaha! I just read your commment on my Ask Anything post. Big 'ol belly laugh much like the woman at the beach. I will reveal my deep, dark secrets for my youthful appearance soon. (How's that for a cliff-hanger?)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you're way too skinny and pretty to sit next to me at a coffee shop anyways. Maybe it's best if we just stay blogging buddies- I don't think I could handle the bomb to my self-esteem.
Long live the MOM swimsuit! I have one too!
ReplyDeleteOvershare: I am all miniature hoo-hahs over here.
ReplyDelete(The floral suit is a bold, bold move. I like it.)
Thanks for stopping by my blog- I started reading yours and can't stop, you are a riot, just the reason I love blogs and started blogging in the first place.
ReplyDeleteOh and I like to pretend I am a tween too, but I fit your exact description so HA there we go.
Hope you don't mind but I am going to add you so I don't lose track.
Looks like such a fun reunion.
It's such a neat swimsuit... but how fun to find such similarities -- and odd to have that same swimsuit. Is that the same as wearing the same prom dress? So what WAS the dice game?
ReplyDeleteI love your "Parents posing with their favourite daughter" comment.
ReplyDeleteI assume this is a family joke played out in many other families everywhere. I rang home to Ireland this evening and my sister answered the phone. After a chat she called out to Mum "Do you want to speak to your second favourite daughter?" I yelled out "...and when you're finished chatting to Carrie I want to say Hi too!"
It was funny to go from this phone call to seeing a similar joke on your blog! You write a great blog, always makes me laugh!
I think I came over to answer a question you left on my blog...but now I forget and am wishing I was at the beach with your family instead. How did you do that?
ReplyDeleteI always admire other Mom's swimsuits, but am always disappointed when I try the same style on myself. A few years ago I finally realized it was the lack of a large rack that made the same style look dumb on me...
ReplyDeleteUnless of course I am nursing, but nursing and swimsuits is another blog in and of itself!