From Hannah With Love.

My sister is awesome. We met up for dinner the other night for our usual sister time. My a.d.d. was in full force so Hannah was extra frustrated with me. She lovingly reminded me that I'm not that funny, or creative, and my blog is boring. How we got on this subject I'll never know. Probably because I saw a butterfly and tuned out the rest of the conversation. But to most people this would be hurtful. I always find it hilarious. In fact, I love it. Don't know why. It just makes me laugh hysterically to hear Hannah give it to me straight.

Since my blog is so boring I decided to steal an idea from the Sassy Curmudgeon. I have decided to let Hannah guest blog for me. Here is her account of our Tuesday evening:

For those of you who do not know me, my name is Hannah Beeber. I am the younger sister of one Sara Beeber. Growing up with Sara I witnessed countless stupid behaviors. I always believed that as she got older the antics would go away. Unfortunately, they only seem to be getting worse. Here is a recap of our Tuesday evening:

Being stressed out over finals, seeing a Charlie Sheen attitude in my sister, and missing our usual Sunday after church get together factored in to my need for some sister time. Sara offers really great advice, and gives you a completely different point of view that you would never see. This was not the Sara that was present on Tuesday evening. I arrived at the marketplace about twenty minutes after we had agreed to find my sister sitting with her stupid aviators on. Aviators are not stupid, Sara’s are. I had grabbed dinner on the way and waited for my sister to get hers. When she sat back down, the normal dinner/sister conversation started to take place. Such things as how is work, school, and church. At some point in the meal, my sister went down hill.

So recently Sara has taken to talking like a mentally handicapped person, and saying how I am mean to her when people can obviously hear. While the evening didn't consist of her doing that it was just as bad. As we finished our meal Sara ate her fortune cookie. Most adults after reading their fortune cookie would do one of two things. A. Throw the little paper away or B. Put the little paper in their wallet or pocket. Not my sister. Instead of doing either A or B, Sara decided to lick her fortune and stick it on her forehead. If that were not bad enough, she broke out her phone to take numerous photos. In that moment she told me how she recently discovered that she was pretty fugs. Scrolling through the images she just captured, she showed me a picture of her documenting a new eye cream that she has been using. Fascinating stuff right here folks.

Later Sara got bored and decided to make a game out of pouring her water cup through the little holes at the table that we were sitting at. There are some things in life that should not have to be said. For instance, if you lick your straightner you will burn your tongue. I believe Sara somehow learned that lesson twice. At twenty three, almost twenty four, my sister should be able to have better table manners than that. Few more minutes of random boring conversation, and our night ended.

So to sum things up: Sara Beeber is crazy ( about ¾ ha ha and ¼ OMG) but I love her.

I really feel like Hannah doesn't get enough credit for being hilarious. She kills me. But I do feel the need to respond to some of her claims.

1. We did not meet up on Sunday because Hannah crapped out on me to take a nap.
2. Hannah was, indeed, 20 minutes late. Pretty rude. She's lucky I love playing sudoku on my zune and have no sense of time.
   
3. Talking like a handicapped person and talking loudly about how mean Hannah is is a sweet little move I learned from the Harks. It's awesome; I can't get enough of it. Hannah hates it and literally wants to murder me in those moments.
   
4. The fortune cookie thing was a desperate move to make Hannah laugh since she spent all of dinner talking about how unfunny I was.
   
5. Here are the pictures she's referring to...

The ugly fortune cookie picture. Look at my eyes....anxiously anticipating Hannah's affection.
The practice collage I made for Meg's nursery. I was on the fence but Hannah assured me it's crap. But she is a fan of my friend Toph. I can't disagree on that one.
My new under eye cream pics.
Before. (I know it's rough...I had just gotten home from the gym.)
After
More before.
More after.
Can you see the difference? Me neither. I think more sleep and better eyebrows did most of the magic. Thanks to Annalise's sister for weed wacking them for me. They tend to get pretty rough.

I'm calling it a blog, homies. I hope you enjoyed reading Hannah's post as much as I did. She's awesome/awful.