Practically Almost Sisters!

My friends are the best in the world! We can be anyone or anything and act anyway and we still love each other! This is particularly important because we are in no way shape or form what people would call "cool." In fact, we are pretty much dorks. We are losers at heart! We are probably the most immature people on this planet! We talk about anything that happens to pop into our mind when we are together. We talk about boys, and school, but we also talk about letters, sitting on power boxes at the elementary school, and of course, STRETCHY PANTS!!! Yes, we are not normal, and its ok because we are almost practically sisters.
The most recent event of the sisters happened this weekend. For all you sisters who I deeply love, here are the highlights:
1. Pulling moves over oranges.
2. Eating soup out of bread bowels.
3. Secret talks in secret passage ways.
4. Wondering what normal people were doing at the time of.... never mind.
5. Writing immature letters to immature boys.
6. Hitting marshmallows against the rocks to get the fire out so we can eat them.
7.Singing non-stop! (sorry guys!)
8.Do you feel awkward? Yes I feel awkward!
9. STRETCHY PANTS!
10. How do you say stretchy pants in french?
11. Fashion modeling the clothing articles behind the couch. (Thanks guys, I'm glad we did that :)
12. Setting Goals
13. Secret Oaths.
14. I swear on my big toe!
15. He has really ugly muscles!
16. They're back! Lets go inside!
17. Locking people out of the house. (sorry dear! I'm glad your bag was still inside)
18. Little sisters. "I'm sorry your boyfriend did that to you!" "What boyfriend?I don't have one!"
19. Notes from the summer..... lets bury them!
20. "Your going to marry my brother, right?" "No, shes marrying my brother!"
Thanks guys! This weekend really made my whole life complete! I love you guys!

Izzie Shall Be Cursed

Abbie and Izzie have very similar interests. Izzie likes to be the baby of the family, Abbie likes to be the baby of the family. Abbie likes to be my constant companion, Izzie likes to be my constant companion. Izzie likes Abbies chicken nuggets, Abbie likes Abbies chicken nuggets. Izzie likes to wake me up, Abbie likes to wake me up. Abbie loves Abbies toys, and Izzie loves Abbies toys. The toys were the cause of the contention today. Abbie walked into the living room where I was sitting on the couch with Izzie asleep on my lap. I looked up to see Abbie with a compleate look of horror on her face. With trembling fingers she slowly picked up a littlest pet shop off the floor. She examined it then shot the dirtiest death glare I have ever seen at Izzie. She looked at me and declared, "Izzie has chewed the tail of my bunny!" She promptly turned around and mumbled under her breath as she walked down the hall, "Izzie shall be cursed!"