I got a visit from my oldest sister and her husband Mark. That was lots of fun, I'm glad they came down. Excellent dinner and good company, and the site seeing was phenomenal. ALL kinds of people hit the casino. All kinds.
In light that I have visited with both sisters in the past two weeks I noticed something I find a little funny. When I visited middle sister, she made a comment on my long legs, along the lines of: I didn't get the long legs like you did. Not like I've done much with them. She wished for something I have and she doesn't. As I visited with my older sister, my eyes map her lovely delicately boned hands, which I have secretly yearned for some time. I doubt I'll be getting a new bone structure any time soon. Two out of three tells me the odds are likely my big sis has similar longings.
We were all cut from the same cloth. It shouldn't matter which of us got what parts, the original fabric which we came from is beautiful any way it has been patterned.
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