At what?

Our lives, mostly.  We’re sisters.  During our upbringing in rural Nebraska we were best friends (although we didn’t realize it at the time) and now that we’re states apart that “best friend” trend continues on a much larger, more sisterly scale as we raise our families in tandem. We used to tell stories of our daily fun and foibles at our family’s supper table. Invariably we would end each tale with “…and we laughed and laughed”. Our dinner tables have gotten bigger (there are 2 incredibly understanding husbands and 9 nutso children between us). The physical distance between us is bigger, too, but we still have tales (and memories of tales past) and we’re still laughing and laughing.

Join us.