My Timmy

Fluffy Musings Of A Southern Transplant Posing As A Lipstick Librarian...
These past few days having my sister all to myself (well, and sharing her with little Emma, too) have been so much fun for me. Becky is such a neat person - so full of energy and love for her little girlie and such a great resource for any number of things. But that's what big sisters are all about anyway, right? I've always looked up to my big sister and having her here taking care of me, cooking and cleaning, calming me down (after crazy work issues), and just playing "baby" with me by helping me get prepared for my little one has been absolute heaven. I can't even begin to tell you how awesome it is to come home to a yummy home-cooked meal and her willing ear (and Emma's open arms, too...). She's my little housewife!!! And I'm not sure I'm going to let her return home this Monday! (And as for these two pictures... look at how we have the same taste! We have basically the exact same maternity shirts!)
You know what happens when you say to yourself, "How can this day possibly get any worse?" Any ideas? Exactly. When you say something like that, invariably some kind of cosmic catastrophe occurs. So, can anyone guess what kind of day I've had? I'll just talk about the icing on today's cake - the moment I got pulled over.