Our shortest brother is 6'1" which is awesome. Not sure how tall Six is these days (taller than 6'1" but he has a lot of presence so I'm foggy on the actual height) but Five is 6'4". I love having a bunch of tall ass brothers. Put them together with Dad (6'3") and my husband (6'1") and you've got a gaggle of tall ass men standing around posturing. Well actually only one (Six) of them would be posturing and another would posture (Five) when provoked. Actually, Dad might get in on it too if it went on for a period of time. Two would laugh at the others posturing. My hubby postures for me in private which works out just fine for me.
It was hilarious to me and unexpected when I brought my husband (to be at the time) to meet the family and the guys were all totally posturing. Evidently they were impressed by his broad shoulders and had to take his measure. So they started passing around the hot sauce with the tacos. They were sprinkling little drops of the hottest sauce on their tacos. Then P took the bottle and completely doused his taco with a thick stream and ate it calmly without a flinch. OMG. It was so funny. Fives' eyes bulged out and he got all worked up and had to try it too. Then Dad tried and had to leave the table to cry. Oh yes. Brilliant. And P earned some respect that day. Isn't it so much easier for guys? Down the hot sauce and you're in.
Four sisters discussing random topics of interest... Current topic: Doodles. Post a picture (or more) feel free to explain (or not) any part you want to
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Seven on Two, Five, and Six
If you, random reader, have wondered why no one claims to be Two, Five, or Six, that is because they are our brothers. Yes, they exist. No, they are not aware of this blog.
I'm told that Two and I are extremely similar. I don't know him very well, however. I'm sure Four would be very capable of enlightening us... hint hint.
Five is logical and intellectual. He can explain things to you so that you understand. Or, at least I always seem to get it when he explains something to me.
Six is super fun and funny. He seems to get along with everybody.
I think we got the coolest brothers... but I'm definitely biased.
I'm told that Two and I are extremely similar. I don't know him very well, however. I'm sure Four would be very capable of enlightening us... hint hint.
Five is logical and intellectual. He can explain things to you so that you understand. Or, at least I always seem to get it when he explains something to me.
Six is super fun and funny. He seems to get along with everybody.
I think we got the coolest brothers... but I'm definitely biased.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Three is Barefoot
I am currently barefoot. I felt obliged to point that out, since we desperately needed a new topic and that seemed like a sensible one to follow up on general depression. Feet are funny. Small feet. Fat feet. Big feet. Flat feet.
I especially like baby toes. Alaina's are like little sausages. Super cute!
I really don't like looking at adult feet much, unless the feet are really clean and the nails reasonably short. NOT a fan of long, unkempt toenails.
I think I have a foot-a-phobia related to adults or large children putting their feel close to my face. It is extremely disconcerting to me, in fact one of the things that bothers me the very most. Wierd, huh? But there it is. I confess it. I'm foot-a-phobic.
I especially like baby toes. Alaina's are like little sausages. Super cute!
I really don't like looking at adult feet much, unless the feet are really clean and the nails reasonably short. NOT a fan of long, unkempt toenails.
I think I have a foot-a-phobia related to adults or large children putting their feel close to my face. It is extremely disconcerting to me, in fact one of the things that bothers me the very most. Wierd, huh? But there it is. I confess it. I'm foot-a-phobic.
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