Liz: My sister and I are almost mirror images of each other.
In fact, my husband says we have some "serious issues" because if one
of us does something the other one does. She starts to lose weight. I start to
lose weight. I start a blog. She starts a blog (although she sits next to me
calling BS because I am the one who made her start it and also stating that while she does have over 15 views on her various posts, one could hardly count her a blogger when 13.5 of the views are from our Mother). I get my hair cut. She
gets her hair cut. Sometimes these things happen so frequently that we have
begun to complete not just each other's sentences but also each other's
thoughts.
Leslie: (my husband
is currently serving a self-inflicted timeout due to our craziness and need to
ignore others when we are together) Ok I'm taking over....the fact is we are
pretty much
twins....except for the intervening 4.5 years between us
(she is OLDER of course). Frequently one
of us will start a conversation and the other will say, "Seriously!!!! That happened the other day" as if the
universe is in on the little copycat game we play. So it is quite curious that a situation
illustrating aforementioned events should occur today, this day we celebrate
our parents Pseudo-birthday (Their true date of birth is the 28th, same day 2 years apart, look it up).
Liz: When we get together some funny things happen, and they
usually revolve around our munchkins who are without a doubt cookie cutter
copies of us. They had created a "restaurant" and we were their
customers. We were handed the menu and a shocker! The following drinks were
available: water, coke, and "bear". Now we all know there were no
polar nor brown nor black nor grizzlies on that menu. "Bear" was
beer! Way to go mothers of the year!
Leslie: ok, at the risk of being terrible - i found it
hilarious. And we're walking......we were seated at the Munchkin Diner and
after receiving our orders of Cake and soup w/ pancakes and green beans, our
table requested ketchup. Our snarky waitress
(no relation) provided our entire table with but one packet. A reasonable amount of complaining ensued,
complete with talk of never patronizing this establishment EVA again.
Liz: I mean this mess happens all of the time. In fact, just
last week I was in the drive-thru of the best fast food restaurant ever, The
Chick-Fil-a where I ordered a #1 with fries and a coke, yet I was not permitted
any ketchup. Granted, I didn't ask for it, but come on! Why do you have to
order ketchup if you are ordering fries? 99.999999999% of the population eat their
fries with ... mayonnaise? No! Mustard? No? Ranch dressing? Nooooo! Ketchup!
They eat their fries with ketchup! So why must we ask for it?
Leslie: Fools! come
on! I will crawl through your drive-thru
window McDonald's Style! And here's the kicker: If you should have
enough sense to request ketchup even though the wonderful team member neglected
to foresee the need even though I just ordered FRIES, guess what folks....you
will only receive 1- read it again - ONE packet.
Honestly!!!! Its like a baby spoon of ketchup...not even a dollop.
Liz: Once I even had to tag in and out with people while
rotating who went to the counter at Wendy's to ask for ketchup because they
would only give you 1 packet of ketchup at a time, even though we had a table
of 4 all eating fries.
Leslie: You get the
point: there are many stupid things that annoy me and telepathically my dear
sissy, thereby forcing me to waste time blogging and you to spend your time
reading said rants. So you are witness
the birth of a tradition: Our Plus 1 Posts.
Liz: Look for it every time we are together and unite for
important issues (lack of ketchup), unite for annoying our husbands, UNITE FOR
AWESOMENESS!!
Check out my super awesome sister's website!
