Stupid Is As Sister Does: feet

So we ate at Chili's again. It was me, Jill, and our four girlies. As usual we had fun, talked too loud, laughed too much and basically made fools of ourselves. Here's a picture of our handsome waiter, Sam. Don't you think he looks a bit like Freddie Prinze JR? Okay, upon looking at this photo here on the blog, he doesn't look anything like F.P. JR. He kinda looks like a dork.

Now let me tell you about Gianna and her unending pit of a stomach. It's really almost scary watching this child eat because she's so tiny at 2-1/2 and 24 pounds, but she can easily pack away 1/2 a pound of pasta, or what Gianna calls Nee-nees. Not only can she eat that much but she does it quickly. She didn't just eat her entire plate of penne with alfredo sauce, but then also stuck her hand in Mikayla's bowl and started scooping out macaroni and cheese. I think she put away a few french fries too.
Here she is with a full belly, feeling very happy.

Here's Mikayla doing her Achmed the Dead Terrorist face.

Here's the real Achmed.

Shelia, I'm ashamed to say that I forgot to use the restroom at Chili's to take a picture of my darling self. I'm sorry, but I just didn't have the urge to "go"! I did take a self-picture at the table, but it's very scary. I'll put it here anyway. :::::::::::hanging head in ugliness shame:::::::::: Buffie dammit, I don't think the anti-"pugg" stuff is working!

Of course I had to snap some pics of Jill and the kidlets. But could someone please tell Jill that if she continues tanning she's going to become radioactive or something? Either that or she'll look like George Hamilton. Either option is scary.

As we left the restaurant Gianna was so cute and thanked Sam the waiter by saying, "Dank u nee nees!"

Next stop, Target. But wait, Jill has to snap a picture of herself in the car.

Mikayla was like a whirling dervish in the girl's department, picking out some clothes for the start of school. I swear, she picked out about 7 outfits in ten minutes, flat. All the better for me. I had already been there earlier in the week and was overdosing on Tarjay, know what I mean? One quick spin around the shoe aisle and we were out of there! Here's me chasing down Jill...

And guess what? Poopy Pants was hungry again, and sucked down some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Little piglet!

Here's Jill again. Nice boobage, sis.

While waiting outside Walgreens for Jill I was getting bored, so started snapping pictures of myself. Shelia, I think you've created a monster! I'm sure people were wondering why there was a parked car with a bright light flashing every 2 seconds!

So that was the Chili's and Target portion of this post, but where do the bugs and the nubs come in? Well, right here! It's me, Jill and Mikayla, all sitting out on the back patio late at night. Me, reading email and writing this blog, Jill and Mikayla giving each other pedicures. They've turned on a bright light so they can see what they're doing and spittle bugs and moths are dive-bombing us left and right. One goes down the front of Jill's shirt (poor thing probably smothered), ones flies directly at Mikayla's ear, and one hits me in the neck. Ewwwwwwwwwww! It's like something off the Discovery channel!

Mikayla was using the Ped-Egg on Jill's calluses and the skin was a' flyin' and the scraping noise was really getting to me. So, I decided to get some relief by taking pictures of the action! Look at Mikayla go, as Jill lounges back like a Diva with an envelope cushioning her leg from the table edge.

Have I ever talked to you all about Jill's feet? Well let me describe them to you in simple terms. They look like Fred Flinstone's feet! You know, really wide, really flat, with incredibly small, chubby toes? Yep, that's Jill's feet in a nutshell. I call her toes "Nubs". And here we have a close-up picture for your entertainment.

Jill was none too happy about my taking pictures of her in her disheveled state, especially because I was highlighting her ugly feet, so she thought that covering her face would keep me from snapping pictures or posting any pictures on my blog. Oh, how stupid of poor, nubby Jill. Doesn't she know better by now? Doesn't she realize that nothing is sacred to me when it comes to blogging?

Here Jill, let sister make you feel better. I'll post a picture of my foot too! Ugly, yes. Nubby, no. Jill's hubby Mark calls me Monkey Toes. But lucky for me, I'd shaved the long hairs off my toes today and went and got a nice pedicure.