
Our peeps...
Despite the stories of flying butcher knives and swinging wiffle bat we are still as close as two sisters could be. We knew we reached new maturity in our relationship when our elderly neighbor asked my mom if we were doing okay. Its because she missed hearing our blood curdling curses.
If this guy can survive living with me for 3-years, you know he is something special. I am certain he will plan an awesome bachelor party...ughhh...I mean awesome baseball party.
The only girl that witness me fall into a crowd of Penn State football fans, into stinky muddy stream and over the edge of the Creamery bldg after being awaken from a sudden nap. This Starbucks obsessed girl can get anything returned and does it all with about three hours of sleep. Don't ask or else my "incidents" will be revealed. Her loyalty and ability to go with the flow has kept the friendship going from the halls of Broomall to the mean streets of LA.
This stick-in-the-mud avoids crowded places and is allergic to shell fish. What is he going to do at our wedding? I am sure he will find a way to get through it...just like our friendship of 14 years (and counting).
This scrawny sass has been entertaining our family for the past 3 1/2 years. Her current obsessions are Batman, all things princess, and books.
This trilingual spunk loves to share about his poli-see-man and fire-er-end-gines. He shares his father's love of life and jokes.
"We're just going to look." Two hours later, Mike made the best choice of his life (after Maria of course). His big ears stole our hearts. If you haven't heard one of our "Max" stories, then you are not our friend. We love to rub his belly even though he is addicted to cat poop.