We interupt this happy hour....

To bring you a funny {to me} story about sisters...
I just had some wine with my sister via telephone and now I am completely laughing to myself..
One time when we were little we had a dance recital in which our dance teacher had a special dance for all the sisters she taught...the song was from some old musical..
it went..sisters..sisters..blah blah blah blah blah..sisters...
We had to wear a Le Moulin Rouge (the dance barn) t-shirts and red shorts.
All the other girls wore red shorts also purchased from the dance studio and printed with the same logo etc.
My sister and I wore some red hawaiian print rose's (the store) "jams".
My sister was MORTIFIED at having to wear these reject shorts.
I...well..I just did not care.
I can still hear my mama's comment "I am not going to buy anothah payah (another pair) of red shorts for y'all--you can weah (wear) your red jams (she swore they were the same thing) that you already have! I have already spent {insert astronomical amnt here} for the costumes (sparkly sequined leotards)!"
I just cracks me up to think about that dance...and those shorts...
You might've had to be theah (there). :)--
but i just had two glasses of wine with my sistah (who I love dearly) and I am recalling this...
WE could laugh together if she were heah (here). :)

Now..to get this song posted here....hold on...



This is sort of true...we always had to share clothes! :)