I’ve been a bad, bad blogger. Again. Stupid deadline. But, I just had this conversation with my sister, Cait, that I thought I’d share because it amused me, and I hope it’ll amuse you, too.
(Editor’s Note: the Exxon Valdez is a shirt Cait used to have that was a cleavage spill waiting to happen. And if you’re wondering why the time stamps on the messages are off, it’s because I forgot to take a screen shot of one. All right then, carry on.)