Well, my sister has come on over to blogger.com. I guess maybe I should actually write something on mine instead of always commenting on hers. She's very, very, funny. I'm hoping she writes a book soon before old age kills any more of her brain cells. I mean, she IS almost 50... boy, it's times like this I'm glad she lives half a country away. For her to beat me up, she'd have to fly to PA and I know her fiscal responsibility will restrain her from paying hundreds of dollars just to blacken my eye.

Speaking of injuring me, my daughter about killed me last night. She arrived home at 1 a.m. from a friend's wedding and found herself locked out. Instead of knocking on my sliding bedroom door (to the outside), she slides open the screen and then tries the door handle. As my dog growls, I leap from my bed, imagining that someone it trying to break in (we live about 4 miles from the prison). I throw on the outside light, see no one, then quickly let out my guard dog Jenn and relock the door, afap (as fast as possible). THEN it hit me that Rachael might actually be out there. I go to the side door, and low and behold, there's the near-inheritor of my estate and life insurance, looking forlorn and upset and frustrated and mad all rolled into one. "I was locked out!" she cries. To which I respond, "You FREAKED me out!!!" "I didn't want to wake you up!" she responded. Well, she almost got her wish. If I had had a heart attack like I thought I was going to, she wouldn't have to worry about ever waking me up again!