Tuesday, October 4, 2011 9:18:41 AM
This is true, if I had dollar for every time my Mom said, "why can't you be like your cousin". My pasty colored dough ball of cousin who used to sit quietly, without blinking till she heard the dinner call then she enthusiastically waddled to the table. While I was a blur with both my knee bleeding with filthy stains on my white lace frock. Things have not changed.