my sister, becky

This is my baby sister, Becky. She’s pretty fabulous like Jules, I do believe.

I mean really, anyone who can pull off a plastic tablecloth with that hat has got to be pretty fantastic, don’t you think?

Becky is tough,

with a soft spot in her heart for bears…

and seals,

and silly monkeys (the blue one),

and puppies,

and I’m not sure what this is but she loves it, too.

I also think it’s kinda strange that she has more pictures of herself with fake animals than with me on her Facebook,

but I won’t hold that against her because she’s cute.

She has a dog named Bear,

though I think he’s human and could have passed with a name like George.

She loves Santa,

has a mean left hook,

is great at snuggling babies,

and teaching them how to be cool.

I’m pretty sure she gave birth to 7 babies by the shore, though I’m not sure where they are now. She says it was the wind.

Sha.

Right.

Wind.

She has sleepy friends,

perfect hair,

and looks spectacular in red.

And when she moved to a land far far away,

she met this goofy guy,

and they fell in love,

now they’re getting married,

and Summer will have two Uncle Bens.

Becky said her’s can be Uncle Beard.

I still haven’t figured out why.

I offered to help with her wedding so I made her some table numbers out of corks,

and apparently the mailman didn’t like them.

But it’s ok, I made it easy for her to put back together. See?

I miss my Becky everyday.

And I can’t wait to see her for Christmas.

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