You can pick your friends...

...you can pick your nose (if your a dirtball), but ya just can't pick your family (so my Auntie says). You get who you get-plain & simple. So "luck be a lady" (whatever that means) that I was paired up with this group of ya-who's. See these are some of my kissin' (don't get any funny ideas) cousins (see em all in the birthday wish post below too). They ALL at some point in time will all be outed on future posts. Chill girls, not a threat, a promise! When I said, "you can't pick your family," it's actually a good thing. For example, they HAVE to forgive me for being a bratty, tweeney-bopper, who ripped out the braids they carefully folded into my hair. They are stuck partnering up with me for holiday board games (I bet lots of people didn't know who Truman Capote was). They must laugh with me (at me, whatever) for being the only one gullible enough to actually "flash" the camera (I'm claiming young and impressionable AND no I won't publish this photo!). And they must still love me even though I can always taunt them with the fact they will ALWAYS be older than me (see, hence: young and impressionable-it's really all their fault)! These chicks taught me all I know. The good, the bad and all of the naughty (you have them to thank/hate, whatever). Now, the way I see it I have my work cut out. I now have to pass on all this knowledge to their youngsters, so they too can grow up to be social misfits (I call it like I see it gals) like their mommy's. Butt... (and I've seen 'em all) the bottom line is it's about time I blog a thank you to Anderson broads (and Melissa too) for putting up with the Bcups the past 30 years. (and yes, I am bitter I might be the only Bcup in the brood-except Lori-sorry honey). I know they are always gonna be in my corner and most certainly will be in theirs.