I keep meaning to bring up that I have a sister. Her name is Gina. Her nickname is “Why are you bothering me?!” Without any prompting whatsoever, I’ve realized that I haven’t mentioned her here.
Gina’s life story is such:
Born a small Italian girl, she was the light of her family’s life. Jumping ahead, (the years between birth and college are not something the family talks about) she did wind up taking approximately a decade worth of Spanish, and she is currently capable of carrying on a conversation in that wonderful language, provided what you’d like to talk about is the location of A) a bathroom, B) a bar, C) a bar with a bathroom, or D) anything ending in the word ‘fajita’. She is fortunate enough to have a sense of humor similar to that of her oldest brother. (Her other brother will be discussed here at a later date.) She currently lives in familial bliss with her husband and son, and frequently dreams of opening her own pretzel stand on the Interstate.
We’re looking forward to seeing more of her around these parts.