Did they follow birth orders with the lineup?

I believe they did!

Oh, hey, any artists here-given that I don't do hairspray, should I just wait until I get fixative before finishing the piece? Is here any other substitute to fixative I might have around the house?

I believe they did!

Okay, thats comforting too. In the rope I was complaining about it was older brother to younger brother, so when you do it so they've been hanging out a while it's often a creepy age gap and it smacks of grooming.

Nothing quite like falling in the aisle of a plane when you're deplaning. Or deboarding. I know now, because I've done it!

No serious injury, fortunately, though I'll have a lovely bruise on my arm for several days.

Hey, it's a bit late, but -- don't break your hand,

Oh, no, Dana! I'm glad you're (mostly) all right!

My sister and I hung out a lot with a set of brothers. It was totally conceivable that we'd have dated siblings. She was engaged to the oldest brother. There were a total of four, and I was the same age as the second youngest, who was my best friend through childhood. Although, when they broke up, my mom took me aside and lectured me that I was not to then date my sister's ex-fiance. I was, maybe fifteen? I was all WTF...well, now that you mention it...

She believed that the oldest brother (who was a few years younger than older sis, but a few years older than me) would totally have been a better fit with me (he was a musician, much more easy-going than my sister, etc.) but that of course I shouldn't then date him. I had no intention of dating him, I was just super disappointed he wasn't going to be my brother-in-law.

Then I went on to date a guy that was even older than him, so I guess my mom was right to worry.

Also: Thanks, Liese!

Wait, for what? The giant goodstuff queue dump I did?

I was slightly wrong. Polly Loving married Stephen Stone (my grandmother's grandfather, I think) in Dec 1803. Walter Loving married Dolly Stone in April 1806. Betsey Loving married Nicholas Stone in Feb 1808. So the Lovings were 2 girls and a boy and the Stones were 2 boys and a girl.

I had not even remembered Erin's fall until now, but I'm very glad I didn't break a hand (or an arm). Though I suppose since I fell on my suitcase, it broke my fall?

Oof. I have uploaded 291 photos and sent links to siblings.

I've done quite a lot of computering this three-day weekend, what with the scanning and the uploading. Brain is fried.

Ohhh! Jesse, if you are selling the dress, I might be interested.

I'm down to a 4-6-8 depending on the skirt or pant (some of my skirts from anthropologie are at 4 which is NUTS) but I still wear 10 and 12, even though I can take them off without unbuttoning. Mainly because I'm cheap and I own those pants already.

But tops? I'm an XXL because of my boobs. Stupid ribs and bust changing from kids. I am still agog at my bra size and wish it were smaller.