On Abbie's blog she had this picture
I commented this...You are a big dill. I am always in a pickle.
She commented this.... Don't worry about being in a
pickle ma. Things are kosher over here. Nothing has been to jarring
so far. I look forward to helping ya on Thursday. I can't wait to chip
in. I hope you are ready for me to clean windows. I'll be prepared,
I'll be gherkin on finding my Norwex window cloth. I've really been in
the cleaning spear-it lately. I really relish the feeling of a clean
home...but I'll spear you the details. I'd hate for you to get jealous
and have a chip on your shoulder... (I think I'm done here)
to which I commented this... Oh thanks Sis. I am not so much in a pickle as in a jam. I am a
s(m)ucker for clean windows. I am just a tad worried though since the
great fall of 2008 when I fell while washing windows and broke my
shoulder. The subsequent surgery deal was jarring. The idea of me on a
ladder turns my knees to jelly. Knowing you will be here to preserve my
health is such a relief. You really spread the love. My worries are
To which she replied...
I can see the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree. I've really blossomed though, branched out and
became much like you....but different. I hear people are very frond of
us both. They are pine-ing for me. They find your blather
ash-tonishing. I think they are intimidated by our sass, but our bark is
worse than our bite. Better stop, before everyone gets tired of this
schtick. They are probably sycamore puns. But then again, maple they
should be reading somewhere else if they aren't into our puns. Life's a
birch, we are just trying to keep it light, stay poplar. I walnut
stop! Really...I better leaf it be. Don't want things to take a turn
for the sappy, or a-corny. Oak-k with you?
To which I replied...
I taught her everything I know.
She is stupid in a good way...We really need more to do.