BS'ers of America
Being a BS'er is an art. It takes skill....big time! And I know several who are masters at it! My step sister is really good. My daughter is super fine. Sean, her husband puts up with the BS'ers. My husband was too nice. But he had stories. Son Evan has not let the BS'ers affect him. His wife, Erin, brings the BS'ers into their lives, but to my knowledge, doesn't flaunt it. It all came to mind when I looked back at some emails that step-sister Debbie and I exchanged last year and she mentioned it. I don't usually look at email so dated, but I was searching for something in particular....and there was the reminder. I'm talkin' about Big Sisters! And you don't necessarily have to be the oldest of the clan...you could be second or third in the family line...as long as you have someone below you. We've got some dear friends and they've formed a group called the Little Brothers. Included in that group is my son and my husband,