To my dearest Everythingtarian family,
I love you.
And while I appreciate the fact you love me back, give your endless support to whatever crazy idea travel venture I conjure up, don’t get mad at me when I steal the last of the toilet paper (and fail to replace it with a new roll) and allow me to take full control of the TV remote when I’m home, I really love you for the fact that you make silly, often inappropriate faces.
In church. At home. On the phone (I sense them). And even at our cousin’s wedding.
I like it. A lot.
I also like the way you’re not afraid to get low (and I mean, looowwww) on the dance floor.
The ability to booty-pop is the mark of any good mother + older sister, I am sure of it.
Some people may look at us and say, “Whoaaaa! Those big-haired ladies are cuh-rayyzzeee!” and to that, I’d respond first with, “Have you seen our dad? If he grew it out, he’d have bigger hair than all of us!” Then, I’d let those people know that they’d be hard-pressed to find a group of individuals who were more caring, more patient and more fun than the Everythingtarian clan.
I’d tell them, “They’ll eat with you.
They’ll drink beer with you.
They’ll sneak you in to the local YMCA if you’re ever in town and need to workout.
They’ll play game after game of Bananagrams with you.
They’ll drive to Dairy Queen after dinner so you can get a crunch cone.
They’ll listen to your overdramatic ramblings day after day after day…after day…after day…
They’ll text you when J. Lo and Marc Anthony announce they’re getting divorced.
They’ll spot you a $20 for gas.
In other words, they’ll take real good care of you.”
And I wouldn’t even have to lie – you do all of those things for me all of the time!
What I’m really trying to say is that even though I’m not always the easiest daughter or sister to deal with (I mean, hello! I exploit you on the Internet all the time), I wouldn’t be able to write this blog without all of you. Or lead a healthy, foodie-filled lifestyle. Or have gone to Thailand for a year. Or have moved into my new apartment. Or been able to drive to the grocery store (FREE gas money is clutch). Or be able to rationalize overpriced purchases at Anthropologie.
Most importantly, I wouldn’t ever be able to say, “I don’t know about you – but I LIKE going home to visit my family!”
So, I just wanted to let you know…
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The winner of the Joss + Main $100 shopping spree giveaway is comment #68…
My homegirl Sofia! Send me your address at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I will get you hooked up with your shopping spree ASAP.