Monday, January 12, 2009

The Big Meanie!

Siblings have thier own brand of torture and I never forgot this one ... when I was just a little thing, my sister eight years my elder called me a "moron." I asked her what it meant. She told me to go look it up. But when I asked her how to spell it so I could look it up in the dictionary, she refused. The big meanie! Funny how I remember this but she has no recollection of it at all. Grin.


Blogger txmomx6 said...

Saw your comment on Nancy Drew's blog (she and I link to and keep up with each other's blogs).
I, too, live in the Houston area and am a widow (one year out).
So I just wanted to say hi and I'll be enjoying your blog!

11:03 AM  
Blogger The DuBransky's said...

Hehe, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did/said some things to my brother I'm not proud of. Sometimes, he tells me things I don't recollect..

Somehow, we're friends now (I wouldn't want to be one of his enemies!)

9:01 PM  

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