The Bone Picker

And I have got some to pick with Ashley. Well . . . not really, but the title goes along with what I have to say. You see, what I am about to talk about is precisely the reason why Counter Point exists: Ashley tends to forget the details. You see, we did not pick out the sucky movies. The sucky movies were all Ashley. The good one I picked out: The Bone Collector (not Along Came a Spider; although we watched that a couple nights before and it was pretty good as well). True, I did agree to Breach, but it was Ashley's suggestion, and it wasn't that bad of a movie -- just not what we thought it would be. As for the beating session, it was not a beating session; it was more of a pacifying activity. As I remember things, Ashley was high on candy and cookies and was spazing-out after She's the Man. So, in order to protect innocent bystanders from her freakishly awkward yet powerfully flailing extremities, I had to nullify her. As you can see from her pictures, I was completely in control and not in any sort of rage or violent temper. I'm a ninja. Ninjas don't show emotion.

Since there is a new person in our home, it is only fair that she receives some attention on this blog. My mom's apron must be made of elastic because the strings stretch all the way to Utah. I think the moment (to the second) that my mom got home from Girl's Camp, Megan was running up the stairs screaming, "Mommy!" She then spent the next several hours (Disclaimer: it wasn't actually several hours) talking to her mom on the phone. Oh, and let's not forget the fifteen calls on her first day of classes asking me questions (like if Wendy's would really tow her for parking her car there all day). But, all-in-all, she has grown up quite a bit in the last week (she even went grocery shopping with what I think was her own money last week).

So, everyone can rest easy now, knowing that I am not a wife-beater and that my sister is slowly, but surely, prying off the apron strings.