A family reunion

Tonight, God willing and the creek don't rise...


I will meet her Sassy Pioneeress.


Remember her? The one I am so much like in my cooking and photog abilities....and ballerina skills? Let's not forget those.


And the cattle ranching.


Gosh, I keep forgetting all my skills. Sometimes it's hard to keep up, ya know?



I'm sure it will be just like 2 twins finally finding one another after a life time of separation. Years and years of longing and wondering what the other one is like...


(for further proof see here and here.)



Oh, the emotions come flooding back every time I think about it.



I'm sure somewhere in a hotel room, she's a little misty too, thinking about me.


But first, I have to locate one of these....


Because, after we arrange my extended vacation at her lodge (for getting our families together, of course, because I'm no moocher) and letting the children meet their new uncle and cousins....and kissing Charlie.....I'll want her to sign her book for me.


Now, I know that given the emotions that will surround our reunion since the womb, this may seem tacky, but I've thought through this and really feel it's best in the rare chance that she'll claim she never knew me.


I've heard that some siblings go through a season of denial and I'm willing to stick by her through that.



(And if all else fails and she never comes around, I should get a pretty penny for it on Ebay. I kid, I kid)



So wish me luck, and I'll be sure to let you know all the gritty details once we've dabbed away the tears from our perfectly made up faces.



There won't be a dry eye in the place tonight.



Those hundreds of poor women won't know what hit them.