No offense to Alexander, the Holy Trinity or anyone who ever set foot in the Schafer Mecca of Norton, Kansas, but the part I'm most excited about is the chance to spend some QT with Brennan.
That was, of course, until Sherri called to tell me that Sherbucks was open for business. That's right, she went out and bought a stovetop cappuccino maker this morning.
Brennan, schmennan. Make me a cappuccino! As of 3:30 today, she was already on her third batch. My sister is apparently quite the little barista.
Let the record show that I had to pry the name of the cappuccino maker out of my sister. The second I asked, she gave an emphatic, "Why? Wait, no! You're going to blog about this, aren't you? Don't lie to me, I know when you're lying."
Alas, she knows me all too well, for I was in fact lying when I said I wouldn't blog about it. She was appeased, however, when I reminder her that only our mother and my husband read this (because I force them to do so), and what does she really care what they think?