After deep considerations (Not really. It was more of a spur of the moment thing. But I don’t regret opening my big mouth, so all’s good.) I invited my sister to contribute to my blog.
She’s not me. Not. Even. Close.
Really, not even close. I’m told we sound alike, but we don’t look so much alike. We don’t write alike. And we don’t parent alike.
This ought to be a lot of fun.
I’ll let her introduce herself, but I thought I’d throw this out there for now. Hold onto your horses, because there will be horses. And ranches, and dogs, and pickups, and little boys, and cowboys. Life on the ranch ain’t exactly what I have going on. But it is what my sister has going on.
Variety is the spice of life. And folks, spice my sister does. She makes me look downright boring and traditional.
Just a warning, though. She only wears her socks on the same feet, all the time. Right on right, left on left. I’ve never heard of such a thing.
I never said she was normal. But entertaining, most definitely. I’m pretty excited she’s agreed to help me entertain y’all too.
