It was the best of times, It was the worst of times

I'm back in Colorado and already missing my sister very much. But not the heat. 117 degrees? That can't be healthy!

I have this short teaser of my trip to offer you. More coming once I'm well rested again.

While visiting my dearest sister...

We may or may not have dreamed up and acted out dialogue for our reality show "The Desert". It'd be like "The Hills" but less blond, more spunky, and way more random. Also, less awkward pauses and more outbursts of singing. Also, it would take place in the most barren and dusty patch of nowhere as opposed to L.A. Whatever.

My sister may or may not have been so flipping fantastic that she decorated "my room" with a New Moon poster.

We may or may not have fought over kissing Edward on said poster.

We may or may not have taken a delightful day trip to San Diego in which one of us (me) got a freakish splotchy burn on her feet (think reverse farmers tan--pale legs, red feet). We also may or may not have drove around the same block for 40 minutes only so we could find parking and purchase icecream.

We may or may not have broken down on the highway in a cloud of smoke. Which may or may not have led to almost starting the next great California Wildfire.

We may or may not have been mistaken for working girls while walking, dusty and sweaty, to and from the autoshop in small-town-Cali. Oh my.

And if you're guessing that all of these things absolutely did happen, then you're very smart.

Check back for lengthier anecdotes and funny pictures of the trip later.

For now, I'll leave you with this to prove that of course I saw the movie. And just because.

P.S.: I suspect that a certain beloved sister of mine has discovered this tiny slice of the interwebs. I'm pleased as pie about this, aside from the fact that I'm a super dork on the blogs, but if said sister doesn't want me to share some gooftastic pictures she should speak up now. XO.