Yesterday I hosted my family for a home-cooked meal by yours truly. I worried burning down my house was a serious option, but–thankfully–the smoke alarms remained silent and the appetizers were eaten with hearty smiles. Perhaps the spirit of Betty Crocker still lives on in my stubby fingers and brown skin!

While cleaning my office yesterday morning, I came across a photo that made ma laugh. For two reasons: 1. It truly shows how different my personality is from my sister's, and 2. Barney Rubble is in the photo as well. As you might have pieced from my last post, that man (and his eight toes!) HAUNT ME! Will I ever escape this distorted grasp?!

In this photo, I'm on the left. I'm, obviously, the twin with more attitude, less patience, and whole lotta brattiness. And my sister? Well, she's just nice. And perfect. And if I didn't love her so much, I'd hate her for being everything I wish I could be.

In the end, she'll still be perfect, and I'll still have Barney haunting me…