The conversation among the sisters is always interesting and last night didn’t disappoint. You see, to us brothers the sisters speak in tongues. They understand each other but I am not sure anyone else could follow without a translator.
Keli, who has always provided rich material for my blog, told a story about a recent trip to a nail salon. As the story goes ... she was getting her nails painted when she noticed the signs in the shop.
“So,” she asked. “I see you have Polish (as in belonging to Poland) nail colors. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that.”
The nail tech looked at her and smiled. “Oh no. Not Polish ... that is nail polish!”
Keli laughed. “I can’t believe I said that. I get confused with words that are spelled the same. Like message and massage. You know?”
“Those are spelled differently. “
“They are? Well ... Whatever.”
Families are the best, aren’t they? Deb and I have a Tuesday lunch get together with our kids and the grands. Can’t wait!
Happy holidays to all of you. Coming up on a New Year ... with renewed hope, peace and love!