Last night, I had one goal. Finish my book. Not a hard task considering my book is a very very very very fine book, but between work, family, sleep, and the Olympics coverage, I haven't found the 90 minutes needed to put the nail in the coffin and lay it to rest.
I decided to take a breather from the sucking-my-life-away Olympics (I just can't help how much I love them) and finish it once and for all.
The sisters had other plans.
We didn't go anywhere, we didn't do anything, we didn't even eat. In fact, we didn't even leave the house. Kendall and I sat and chatted about everything and nothing while we waited for Mallory to come home. After the grand arrival, we somehow migrated from the family room to the guest room. We talked, we giggled, we compared Wms vs Wood traits. We discovered that we each have oddities--the way I move my hands, the way Mal's nose moves when she speaks, and the fact that Kendall wants nothing more than to see our baby niece without any skin.
The night got later and later. Needless to say, my book didn't get finished. I'm not too broken up about it. And hey, if you don't have any sisters, go find some. Or borrow mine.