fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
Almost every family has one. Sometimes there are several, if their siblings allow them to survive to adulthood. The brother, sister, cousin who has been so successful everyone else pales in comparison. My brother's wife and I have gone through a lot with our kids. But somehow we're survivors.
Then there is her sister. I've written about her before. She would visit with her family during the holidays. Picture Christmas afternoon, my kids are swinging from the staircase. Maybe two are playing tag through the wrappings on the floor. Maryellen and her family open the door. The glare from their combined perfect teeth is dazzling.
They don't have a hair out of place and their matching clothing theme is festive yet tasteful. Maryellen makes Martha Stewart look asleep on her feet. I have a secret fantasy that her perfection is a sham. Her kids will grow up to write mean books about her. Her husband has ulcers and a boy toy on the side. She has vodka stashed in every room of her house...
But no, three of her children passed the bar. The youngest is still in college probably earning a grant for her bio-physiological project while working full time, buying a house, and volunteering with the under privileged. Now that Maryellen's husband has retired they can relax and travel...just keep busy and putter in the garden, that's pause for a light chuckle...that's what landscapers are for, of course.
We're going to a christening today. Please. Please...I don't want to sit near her table
Then there is her sister. I've written about her before. She would visit with her family during the holidays. Picture Christmas afternoon, my kids are swinging from the staircase. Maybe two are playing tag through the wrappings on the floor. Maryellen and her family open the door. The glare from their combined perfect teeth is dazzling.
They don't have a hair out of place and their matching clothing theme is festive yet tasteful. Maryellen makes Martha Stewart look asleep on her feet. I have a secret fantasy that her perfection is a sham. Her kids will grow up to write mean books about her. Her husband has ulcers and a boy toy on the side. She has vodka stashed in every room of her house...
But no, three of her children passed the bar. The youngest is still in college probably earning a grant for her bio-physiological project while working full time, buying a house, and volunteering with the under privileged. Now that Maryellen's husband has retired they can relax and travel...just keep busy and putter in the garden, that's pause for a light chuckle...that's what landscapers are for, of course.
We're going to a christening today. Please. Please...I don't want to sit near her table