All righty then, it's my big sister's birthday so this entry will be devoted to her and some booger stories regarding her past. Or maybe not. The high-falutin' tone of this blog shouldn't be lowered by references to her long-standing interest in her nostrils and the products thereof. As the photo here shows, even for formal portraits it had to be quick snap to catch her with all ten fingers visible. But perhaps it isn't that either. I suppose it's possible that she knew even 45 years ago that her brother might make fun of this photo so she's jumping the gun and giving me the bird over the decades. Happy Birthday, Rita!
All righty then, it's my big sister's birthday so this entry will be devoted to her and some booger stories regarding her past. Or maybe not. The high-falutin' tone of this blog shouldn't be lowered by references to her long-standing interest in her nostrils and the products thereof. As the photo here shows, even for formal portraits it had to be quick snap to catch her with all ten fingers visible. But perhaps it isn't that either. I suppose it's possible that she knew even 45 years ago that her brother might make fun of this photo so she's jumping the gun and giving me the bird over the decades. Happy Birthday, Rita! 
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