How can anyone in their right mind think that mint and chocolate are not MFEO?
My sister, JoAnna, that's who.
And it makes perfect sense that I love mint and chocolate and she doesn't. And that I love black olives and mushrooms. And she doesn't.
And that she loves Lady Gaga. And I think that wearing dead meat as a dress is grounds for detracting musical points.
If you knew us both, you would know that this makes sense.
She has pretty feet. I have two very crooked toes that make me self-conscious during sandal season.
She has a love for dark poetry that as a pre-teen was slightly alarming, but much to our relief it is just a hobby.
She used to give my Barbies haircuts. That made me mad. Then she decided to cut her own hair. That made my Mom mad.
She loves ecclectic music and may be able to sing the Evita soundtrack from memory.
She carved our brother's name into stuff all the time. Only problem was that was that he wasn't old enough to write. Classic mistake.
I'm jealous of the freckles across her nose.
And the natural honey highlights in her hair.
One thing we both have in common is that we love to write. She has recently been given the privilege of writing articles for the local newspaper and I couldn't be more proud. I just ask that she not mention my crooked toes.
We celebrated my sister this weekend and her birthday. I am so thankful to have her as a sister and a friend. Love you, Jo!
P.S. Mint + chocolate = destiny