Dear, my sister, dare I write her name... perhaps you should answer your phone. Seeing as I haven't blogged because my brother is worried about facial profiling. Oh, and my dear Uncle that makes a joke out of my life. Wait! My neighbor tried to hit me with a car today and then ask me over for a drink. Meanwhile, I'm hand sewing a quilt. Goodness gracious. Oh, and Wendi... answer your phone... a lot of people would be proud to call me their sister. While your at it... What is a compound sentence? Gosh, I should really just stop giving a crap.