So, I have a sister that I love dearly. We are definitely best friends. And I am so excited that she is living with me for two months this summer.
My sister and I have a lot of fun together, and to others we probably often seem really retarded.
Or stupid, or weird. So, we have always said that we will not be able to marry guys who can’t handle our stupidness when hanging out together.
She is getting married in less than two months, and lucky for him, he has passed the test with flying colors. 
Many times.
I was reminded of this the other day when he called the house and my sister wasn’t home. So, he and I chatted for a while. And somehow our conversation about my sister and I looking alike led to a discussion about how everyone should have their date of birth printed on their butt and when asked for ID, they would have to show this proof. Yep, we have solved the world’s problems.
Aside from a good sense of humor and his ability to laugh at my sister’s and my craziness, he is a great guy who loves the Lord and loves my sister, and I will be happy to have him as my brother in law.
My name is Rhonda. I am blessed to live in a beautiful place out in the country with my wonderful husband. In addition to our "real" jobs (I work at a garden center and he is a teacher), we have a small farm where we raise vegetables, eggs and chickens to sell at local Farmer's Markets. We are currently fixing up/remodeling a house into which we will soon be moving...hopefully. In my free time, (what is that?) I enjoy traveling, cooking, crafty projects, reading and watching the sun set on the hills.
Would it not be easier if the age was better placed than on one’s rear?
I’m not even going to try to explain our logic. But cabbage patch kids can’t all be wrong.
Ah, ok. Now I understand.