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I dedicate this whole blog post to Priscilla because she is so stinkin' hilarious! (That is a phrase of endearment, by the way.)

It is Thanksgiving night! We have eaten our fill of turkey, stuffing, potatoes, green bean casserole, pies, and more. Priscilla turns on some music, top volume, goes into the kitchen, pulls out a garbage kitchen bag and begins to enthusiastically dance around the kitchen with that bag. I, in the mean time, am calmly sweeping the floor and trying my best to ignore her so that she knows she is not getting the attention that she so dearly wants! Yet, out of the corner of my eyes I spy on her and my eyes twinkle with laughter. I don't know if Priscilla was just being Priscilla, or if it was the results of too much sweets, or if she was feeling guilty about all she ate and decided to do a bit of exercising. Although, honestly, I think she was just being herself and that is just the way she is and I love it! Guess what!? Her middle name is Joy and, yep, she definitely brings joy. Thanks, Priscilla, for amusing me as I did the tedious job of sweeping the kitchen floor. You bring me much joy and laughter and I am glad you are my sister! I was greatly blessed when you were born into this world as my little sister!


  1. I have random moments like that where I do something rather goofy just because I am in a good mood, and get some rather strange reactions from everyone else around me. Like my imitation turkey gobble.....My brother was severely impressed - impressed enough to ask me to cease post haste. :D

    1. Haha! That is funny! Now you have me interested and I want to hear your imitation turkey gobble! You'll have to take a movie of it and post it on your blog. ;)

  2. Aww, Priscilla is soo fun and joyful! it is a gift! you both are cool sisters to hang out with :)


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