Dear reader, every once in awhile I wonder who you are. I was wondering it again, recently, when Izzy informed me some of her classmates read this blog.
Really? 8th graders reading Tollipop??
How did they find it? Perhaps by googling: incompetent parents.
And then yesterday evening, as my brother was examining Sophie's sore wrist in a parking lot, which is not shady at all because he is a real doctor with a real office, he mentioned that while treating a patient the other day, she exclaimed: Boy, your sister sure does love you!
I was all: Well, I hope you set her straight on that.
And he was all: I did. I told her you worshipped the ground I walk on.
Darn it! He always does that to me.
But more importantly, she came to this observation by reading my blog. I was astonished! Am I to understand someone actually contacted my brother for medical attention because of what I said about him having nimble fingers when we were kids?
Don't get me started on childhood memories, by the way. Tim and his nimble fingers, doing everything better than me. I really did worship him, when I didn't want to strangle him.
Please allow me to mention, as I'm digressing, that his radio show is on the air tonight. Tim happens to be one of the world's great peripheral nerve surgeons. Do you think I'm saying that simply because I am his sister? Why would I do that? He used to make me retrieve sticks out of a wasps' nest, for crying out loud.
But I am telling you, there is no one better qualified to vouch for my brother than I am. That guy was destined to be a surgeon and I saw it from the get go.
Anyway, the program is on Friday nights from 6:00-7:00 pm PDT. The radio station is Talk Radio AM 720 Las Vegas, or you can listen to it online at kdwn.com/streamer/.
Who are you? Where do you come from? Are you actually in middle school? What brings you to the admitted chaos that is Tollipop?
Won't you please leave a brief comment by way of introduction?
And who put these paper hearts on my garage door last night? Because truly, that was the loveliest and most unexpected gesture and I have no idea who it could be...but if it happens to be someone who reads this blog, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You made my day. xo