There were no less than 36 texts on the sibling group chat when I woke up this morning.
That’s 36 too many for Steph.



There were no less than 36 texts on the sibling group chat when I woke up this morning.
That’s 36 too many for Steph.



Spoke to my mom on the phone earlier…
Mom: “I saw you and Suzie went to dinner together the other night!”
Me: “We went to dinner last week. But how did you see that?”
Mom: “You posted a photo!”
The photo she’s referring to is this one, which I posted on Suzie’s timeline for her birthday:

It was taken in 2004.
There is apparently no approach that will elicit a response.

Still nothing.


In a move that defies logic, Steph agreed to a night on a party bus with 15 other people, to go see the jam band Lotus for Zack’s birthday.
This was the ride home.


It should be noted that she had no more than 2 drinks.

Yesterday, I played this April Fools joke on my mom, pretending the tailor lost my wedding dress. I screen shot the texts I sent my mom and sent them to the sibling text chain, just to see if they would fall for it too (which I highly doubted, as they rarely fall for my shit anymore. Minus Andrew, who will never learn.)
But my sister not only believed it, she gave the most classic unhelpful Steph commentary, perfectly showcasing why she’s the last person to turn to in any situation that involves emotion.
Kudos to Jeremy for being responsibly prepared.






