Identical cousins
Small family: Unlike Mitch who has this sprawling extended family, I have an itty bitty wee family. Mom's an only child and Dad had one brother and two half siblings--his brother and half brother are now deceased. So I only have two cousins, and until five years ago, I hadn't seen them in about 25 years.
When my uncle got sick, Mitch and I trekked out to San Diego to see everybody. Rudy, the youngest cousin, is a big lug of a guy and heartstoppingly good looking. Nancy, who is two years younger than me, is tall and thin as a reed and has a mouth on her--a lot like me, Dad and Carl, 'ceptin we're girls. Though we look nothing alike--I'm shortish, curvy with grey hair and bad eyes--she doesn't have a grey hair on her head and to the best of my knowledge has never worn specs--and have different skills--she's businessy, I'm artsy--there's this funny connection. We're both hard-headed, opinionated, oldest daughters with the same South-Side-of-Milwaukee sense of humor we inherited from our dads.
Last night I got to see her--she's in Vail skiing with her best friend from junior high. We met them in Frisco at the Backcountry Brew Pub for some pizza and brews. It was a total blast. Nance and I caught up on family news and she begged me for Rudyisms. So I'll leave you with these. Warning, they are definitely PG-13:
Yes, it's colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra.
I feel lower than whale sh*t.
He's been all over me like a cheap suit.
There you have it. Straight from the heart of Beer City.
8:11:34 AM 
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