Sealion II

Is that all the family members' experiences are so much the same, and yet, so different.

My sister Lady Grey (maybe you wonder, why all the cute psuedonyms? Well, cuz it's fun...and why put the name all over the Internets for it to be fished out by horrible spambots and other ill-inclined persons and demipersons?) has a post up about a conversation among my sisters with a family story I have never heard before. And, y'know, there have got to be more where that came from. Especially because I have all kinds of memories that seem to have escaped everyone else...like the family vacation interlude in which my sisters barged into the hotel room shouting "Beer and skittles! Beer and skittles!" and promptly set to drinking root beer and pounding Skittles like there was no tomorrow, to drown their sorrows. I never figured out what the sorrows were, but it was quite an amusing interlude. And, as best I can tell, no-one but me remembers it now.

But I bequeath it to you, Internets, and now it will never die so long as Google maintains its Cache.