About 40-something years (and a few weeks) ago the Gypsies left on our doorstep... I mean... Mom came home from the hospital with a new baby.
I don't remember whether it was this one's or #5's fault that Dad burned the peas, but I knew when I saw her she was nothing but trouble.
Check out the shifty eyed one on the right. No, no... not the angelic faced one on the upper right... the lower right.
Look! Look! She's upstaging me! No respect for her elders.
But, I suppose after a while she started growing on me...
I even forgave her going to Prom (which I never did. Cue the violins.)
And finally... we blog together (though some of us blog more than others...)
Happy 40mumble-mumble Caroline!!! You'll always be my little sister!
(See, I did not forget! Well... maybe I did... but just for a little while. Proof I love you though... none of the questionable permed hair pictures!)