So a few posts down, when I gave my fabulous expertise on hair tips to anonymous, I included examples of what a nightmare my hair can be, and I just realized it is all somehow connected to Sister Molly.
The first picture, we were giving a Stanga Sister Sandwich to the dude in the purple shirt that spilled his drink everywhere. I just cut those two out of it.
The second picture was on the Swamp over Thanksgiving of 2005 and Molly was sitting across from Daddy and me, taking our picture.
The third picture was taken as we were giving a Stanga Sister Sandwich to the random LSU fan that spotted us a whole bunch of money so we could scalp tickets and get into the game. (His wife was at home on bedrest, being 9 months pregnant. Think she'd be pissed?)
The fourth picture was taken in France, again posed up right against Molly's cheek.
The fifth picture...well Molly wasn't actually present for that event, but she was the sole contributor to the idea that sparked the Leprechaun saga.
So, from now on, if my hair looks like shit...don't tell me, {mom} tell Molly. It's her fault. It's always her fault, always was...always will be. That's the joys of being a little sister...always blame the older one.
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