...or, at least, she looks like it in this picture. In all reality, Whit couldn't be further from the standard Diva definition. She's so grown-up and mature I think I sometimes forgot that she's 11 years my junior when I was chatting with her.
THE FOUR GRANDDAUGHTERS (or sisters?)
She busted into our hotel room in Iowa, right as I was pouring my first gin & tonic, and I said the words I promised I'd never say to any kid over the age of 5, "YOU'RE SO BIG!" -- I always hated that when I was young (and still hate it when I hear it occasionally now) because I never knew (know) how to respond, "Gee thanks, I guess I grow like most children!" ??? But it was true, she'd grown miles since the last time I'd seen her, sure to pass me up in no time and she's become such a lovely tween that before you could say Tanqueray the words came gushing out of my mouth.
The reunion was such a blast, and although The Man tried to drag us down with "noise complaints" and "Alcohol use PROHIBITED" we showed him by getting good and drunk enjoying ourselves, and each other, to the fullest.
TWO LITTLE MONKEYS JUMPIN' ON THE BED
* I was flattered and horrified to find out that my aunt & uncle have discovered my blog after some crafty investigating. So, that last pic is for you J & J, looking forward to seeing you two and your little monkeys next month!
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