Growing up, it seems like kids are tagged with labels that point out physical attributes, mental capacity, or some identifying factor that sticks for l.i.f.e. Any time I run in to folks I knew in elementary school and we catch up on each other's families, they don't remember names, but ask "How's the one that was so bossy?"
Big sis K is the Bossy One. She was cast in this role as soon as she acquired a little sis to boss around. She excels at her job and loves to tell people what to do.
Brother A. is the Smart One. He's the guy that took the MENSA test on a lark but wandered out before finishing the test because the answers were "too easy."
Sis S. is the Cute One. She is adorable inside and out. She's so cute that....well, when she was 36 her daughter was a senior in high school. Cute One saw that her daughter had left lunch at home so she ran it to the school. The principal saw Cute One in the school hallway and chided her, "young lady, shouldn't you be in class?" Read the numbers. Thirty-six. All natural. No fair.
Me? I'm the one with the boobs. Now, any of the above labels have some kind of almost complimentary ring to them. Who wouldn't want to be at least respected for their authority or smarts, or admired for being so darn cute?
What the hell do you do with boobs?
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Apparently make any sister that is known as "Salt Flats" jealous. At least that's what Amy does. But, she does send her "too small in the boobs" shirts to me which totally rocks!
Funny post, sister. And I only call the ones I love the most "sister".
I call my sister Tits McGee... but I'm pretty sure that's not what you're looking for?
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i'd like to say i feel your pain, but, i'm the one with the butt. who wants to be that one? (heh)
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well, for awhile, you get boys. But then that gets old and you just get a back ache.
I think it's pretty wonderful to have siblings to call you names! Granted being known as the one blessed with the boobs wouldn't be my first choice either but at least it's said with love right? (I hope so). lol
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I'm the boobs too. Sucks doesn't it. I did get the brains too, but no one seems to notice that part...
My little sis got the talent and my brother has the wit. They get heralded for theirs. I can't imagine what my parents would say to showcase mine...
"My you're looking perky today?!?"
You flaunt them honey! the boobs that is. Thank you so much for your kind words, they mean so much. You have a lovely little blog here, I will also add you to my list!
Yes, It's me....the sister with the big american breasts...what do you do with those suckers??...i tried to tell my hubby i need a breast reduction and he looked at me like i was on crack....does he only love me for my tits???
Lol...it's crazy how the labels stick too, isn't it?
But I have to say...I don't think yours is all bad ;)
Well, you're supposed to catch yourself a wealthy husband, and then forevermore be known as the rich one.
If that doesn't happen, then just be happy they're not lopsided.
i certainly know what you do with them when you're single but someone please enlighten me about what to do with them when they're around your waist. it's the burning question!
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