I have three sisters.
Most sisters would try and convince their little sister that she was adopted. Not us. We told ours that she was an alien. A Plotozotian from the planet Plotozotia to be exact. She had crash landed on our roof and we had stolen her flying boots so she couldn't get home.
Mum and Dad had decided to keep her.
We were mean. In all seriousness though - I totally blame my older sister and if anyone asks it was all her idea and I egged her on in no way whatsoever.
I was the Maid of Honour at my little sisters wedding so of course I was obliged to give a speech and tell all the stories. This of course included the story of the Plotozotian.
And then we gave her back her flying boots.
I wish I had taken a picture of those darn flying boots - they were pretty. Imagine something like this with added glitter and wings.
My husband found this on Pinterest and it reminded me of that story again.
So this is for you Robyn - proof we aren't the only cruel sisters.
Some of you may know our little Plotozotian she blogs over at Slightly More Depth than a Teaspoon.
Linking up with Jess today because it's totally Tuesday again already and how in the world did that happen?
PS - If things are a little cricket chirping quiet around here for the next couple of weeks - apologies in advance. Our little performing arts society is gearing up for a show in about 3 weeks, so my free time has become pretty much non-existent.