I miss my sisters. I am all alone out here, anchoring the West Coast. My next younger sis - Chris - anchors the East Coast. The other three are clustered in the Midwest.
There is a balance in the Force unless one of us is traveling. Then, you never know. Chris paid me a visit last week and it's a wonder Rhode Island didn't tilt up and slide into Connecticut. She's in Chicago for a visit now, and I sense a disturbance in the Force but California still seems oddly stable. Perhaps our balance theory if faulty (little pun there).
We call ourselves the "sisty uglers" from a very very old comedy album that will take too long to explain. It's from Jack Ross and a twisted version of "Rindercella" if you want to listen to it.
We may be sisters but I don't think we're that ugler. We are about 9 years older than this picture, though - darn.
