What runs in my family?
Crazy, that's what.
Did you read the banter between my mother (Molly) and her sisters (Bridget and The Murder Hour) in the last post? Crazy.
And this photo of my brother* wearing Madeline's play tunnel like a dress on father's day. Crazy.
I am not the only one and it isn't my fault. I inherited it.
*I am linking to my brother's blog but since he graduated with a degree in English and creative writing he feels like his art should only be used for pay. Ok, I made that up. But that might be one explanation for his lack of posting. Or am I crazy? Hum.