Happy birthday to my fabulous cousin Anna, who raved about blogging and knitting long before it was cool. My dad has two bald brothers. Each brother — including my dad, also bald — welcomed a daughter in the span of a year. Anna, Andrea, and me, Alicia, middle-named child who still suffers through waiting rooms and first days. “Alicia? Alicia? Is there an Alicia?” TryAlicia doesn’t have the same ring to it, though.
Wow. Stand back. I could put your eye out with those teeth. And then dab your wound with my festive belt.
That’s Anna in the middle, dreaming of future as purse:
Hmm. It appears as if I actually stole bits of Anna’s skirt while she was sleeping and made that belt myself.
Well hast thou spoken cousin: be it so. –King Henry IV, part III: I, i