I heart my sisters.

[everlastingwhy]

So, I meet my sisters at a casino hotel on Friday night to celebrate Jean's birthday and to bond in a sisterly fashion. In practice, this means we drink a case of beer and a big bottle of wine in an hour, jump on the beds, drunken dial my nephews and Mary's husband, and then sob, sniffle and flat out ugly cry for a hour about how all the kids are

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[bbennett]

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You tell these stories in the funniest way - you're like Garrison Keillor, but more entertaining. You should collect these into short stories or something.

[everlastingwhy]

It's true that I breathe a lot more quietly than Garrison, but man, what a compliment! :)

[bbennett]

I'm totally serious. You have a flair for family and regional humor that makes me feel like I've met your family. Your posts are a delight to read.

This story

[anonymous]

Was equally entertaining over shots of Jaeger out on the porch a few weeks back. You write it here much the way you told it, then. Not bad, considering that when you told it there, you were well on your way to drunk land.