Visitors I Love

Today, my sister, Cee, her husband Bud and my niece CeeCee came for a visit.  They live in Lake Havasu, so it's kind of a drive for them.  Well, CeeCee did the driving, and I hear Cee slept and I'll assume that Bud had the enviable job of keeping Muffy the Tiny Yorkshire Terrier Terror amused.  She's a doll, actually; never stops moving!

I think we had a lovely visit, and definitely some fine lunch comestibles from Chuy's.  Yep, I had no problem scarfing down my two Grilled Mahi tacos.  Heaven in a tortilla, baby.

My sister Cee and I didn't get to see each other much as children.  I think by the time I was five or six, she had gotten married and moved out.  We probably were not close until we were both adults; it's hard for a kid to relate to her adult siblings.  But thankfully, we have a wonderful, loving relationship.  And I think she's married to the most amazing man on earth.  Bud, if I had found a man like you, I may actually have tied the knot. ;)

And in two days, I get to see my baby sister, Wendy and her other half Dean.  He's a keeper, too, you know.  See, when we Sepulveda girls find the right ones, we don't shilly-shally around.  Sadly, some of us never found the right one.  In high school, our Marriage class was conducted by a Nun.  In this case it was Sr. Mary Carlanne, and though we loved her very much, we all knew for sure that Marriage taught by a nun was just wrong, somehow.  She used to tell us that everyone had their other half, to which smart-ass Tequila told her, "Yes, and mine is a Tibetan monk who will never leave Tibet."  I was such a pain in the butt, even then. :)  Thankfully, most of the nuns appreciated me for my mind, not my sparkling repartee.

And, I'll bet mine really WAS a Tibetan monk!