Birthday Girl

Little Sister's birthday is today and I had a terrible time finding an old photo of her. She was the invisible kid when I was growing up. I was never sure if she actually existed. Thank goodness she did because without her and Middle Sister I would not be surviving the care and feeding of that mean old son of a gun on the right up there. That's Daddio in his heyday and you can see by that smirk what a conniving scoundrel he was-and is. Poor Mom. How she put up with him for all those years is a mystery but we are pretty sure that if there is a heaven, she's up there laughing her butt off at the trials and tribulations he's been putting the three of us girls through. Lord, have mercy.