I LOVE MY STUPID SISTER!

We used to hawk loogies at each other on the swings at the Diplomatic school in Burma while wearing our smurf rollerscates and singing:
"Tarzan the Monkey Man, Indian Ladies!"
I kissed my first girl thanks to her manifestations. Ahh, Helen Koppendrier... she was Sara's kinda-sorta-boyfriend's sister: they were dutch. What a summer.
We used to make dining rooms out of snow in the middle of a field to have tea on.
She suckered our mom into letting us keep my most favorite dog in the world, T.C. She named him too: the initials stood for Terribly cute. I wanted something like Rocky, but it stuck.
I could go on and on, but I won't, 'cause it'll make her head big.... besides, she could/can be a bitch too, so I don't want you to think it was all strawberries and cream.
But, nonetheless, Satch-Peach-Match is MA GIRL.

Oh yeah... that knucklehead on the right is my little brother Matt (Maish to us). He ain't that bad either :)
Smart little bugger on the fast track to a double major at GMU. I expect he'll get some high powered job upon graduation: all the better for me as I can hit him up for money then! We shared a room for 8 years... imagine all the stories.
When he was mad at me when were kids, he would sacrifice little stuffed animals, mummify them, perform some freaky rituals, and them bury them in the backyard. Afterwards, he would walk around with a smug look on his face as if to say "you'll get yours buddy".
He doesn't like me to hug him, but he's still MA HOLMEY G FUNK ERA!