Dog day afternoon

Good times with the sisters. We have laughed our buts off and it's only been a day. I took the girls and BL (brother-in-law) on a walk at a nearby park this afternoon. The park has a long walking/biking trail. Middle sister, who is from Florida was bundled up in two jackets, a scarf, a  knit hat, and gloves with sunglasses. You would think it was ten below outside, instead of 55 degrees. 

At one point some bikers approached us from behind calling out, "to your left." I started to say move right, but before I could get the words out, my oldest sister spotted the bikers out of the corner of her eye and started darting right then left in a serpentine fashion, screaming at the top of her lungs fearing she was about to get run down. She  is from Amish country near Lancaster, PA. Apparently they don't get many bikers around those parts. She didn't know if she was supposed to swerve left or away from the left and then she all out panicked thinking the bikers were about to flatten her like a pancake. Sister A's screaming sent sister B into her own panic, as she thought we must be about to be killed by an airplane falling out of the sky or some similar catastrophy. Both sisters were frantically screaming and ducking and diving like soldiers under fire all because a couple of bikers were innocently passing by. 

 My stomach still hurts from laughing. Don't worry, they were laughing just as much. The bikers were the ones who almost got hurt due to their own hysterics. Now that can be dangerous. Aah. I am feeling pretty good right now. I usually seem to be about the most neurotic person around. But not today. My sisters should visit more often. But seriously, they are so nice, so fun and so goofy. We are having a great time being nice, fun and goofy together. We are all similarly quirky/OCD, which I am finding tremendously comforting because it must mean that it is not our fault. Right? Our delightful quirkiness must be due to our unconventional upbringing. One day, Grasshopper, I will tell you a story about all that. 

After our exciting walk, we went to the Cottonwood Arts Festival. Lovely art, interesting people and lots of cute dogs.Then burgers, whiskey sours and a game of Settlers of Catan. Perfect day. Tomorrow we hit the Sixth Floor Museum.