I think I can. I think I can.

Oh that Calamity Jane. She is a funny sister.
The other night, we were at my brother's. No, not Marc, my other brother, Mike.
Incidentally, Marc and Megan are still in the adoption market if you hear of any birth mothers looking for adoptive parents.
Anyhoo, we're at Mike's house Friday night for a house warming party.
What?
You weren't invited?
So sorry. You missed out.
So did our husbands.
It was more of a girls night out plus my brother.
Where were we?
Oh. At Mikes house. Eating tortellini soup, spinach and artichoke heart dip on crusty bread, crudites, and little smokies.
"Little Smokies?"
Yes, little smokies.
If you must know, I forgot I was supposed to bring something, and my husband just happened to buy some that very day (Coincidence? I think not.)
You know you must have little smokies for the holidays, don't you?
Make sure you set them right next to the hot Cheetos and the other white trash food on your holiday table.
It was all very delicious, and my mom was trying to keep Calamity and I under control so as not to overwhelm my sister in-law who is very mellow and quiet.
It went well, until Calamity asked my sister in-law about her brother.
"Is he still in Arizona?" she asked
He never was in Arizona, Calamity. It was Nevada.
"No", Roxane said. "He's in Rexburg, Idaho now, living with his anti-Mormon girlfriend."
We all had a chuckle at that statement.
Living in Mormon town with your anti-Mormon girlfriend.
(Get ready, this is the funny part)
Calamity says, "How does he make out with his neighbors?"


*silence*



(all eyes on Calamity to see if she seriously just said that, then we all burst out laughing)
I asked, "Did you just say, 'How does he make out with his neighbors'?" then I said, id,
"Well, it's hard, and his girlfriend gets jealous, but he manages."
How does he make out with his neighbors? Who makes out with their neighbors?
Maybe my sister does. *gasp!*

I don't. My neighbor might like it if I did, because he's an old single guy, but I am not that type of gal.
"Every says that!" Calamity tried to defend herself.
"Haven't you ever heard someone say, 'How'd you make out with that....that...uh...Oh everyone uses that term!"
Uh, okay, whatever Calam.

There now.
I just blogged.
If you knew how hard blogging was for me lately, you'd leave me 50 comments a piece. A couple people have alluded to the fact I have not visited, commented on their blog, or commented on their comments. For that, I am sorry. I'm not going to explain. Frankly, it's none of your business. Then there's the whole "I'm a perfectionist, and if my grammar isn't good, and I don't know how to write well, then I can't tell a story!" (Oh, I am soo dramatic sometimes.)
Just know, I still like you, and it's nothing personal. I'm doing it to everyone and not just you.
Some days, all I can do is look at pictures on peoples blogs and say, "Oooh, look at the purty pictures!"
Have a Merry Christmas, and a good night.