LISA, LISA, LISA!

My sister informed me that I never mention her in my Blog, so here it is, a Blog devoted to the sister that was my torment while growing up.

Where do I start? Would I mention the times she pulled my teeth that weren't loose? Or when she tried to teach me baseball and I caught a line drive with my eye. Then there was the pudding episode. One evening, Mom was working and Lisa was in charge(first mistake, it's like putting the monkey in charge of the banana's) and thought pudding sounded good. That was in the days before instant pudding, you still had to cook it on the stove-top. Well, I had this little lawn chair that I liked to sit on in the house and I was in my jammies and she gave me the pudding and I proceeded to spill it on my knee, I still have the scar, and to make matters worse, Lisa put butter on it to help. Plus she tried to keep it from Mom. Not and easy task. It was horrible, the burn covered the whole knee. But I guess she was trying to be nice.

Hmmmm, what else? She had a boyfriend I called mushroom head. He had a hell of a fro.

Well, that's all I'm going to tell about her now. But believe me, there is plenty of dirt to dish. I'm feeling generous so I'll leave it at what I've written. OH, Lisa, do you remember the name Boofa?

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