Christine
I was shopping with both my daughters and Christine needed a new winter jacket. Sandy said she would meet us at the store in a few minutes. Christine found a coat she liked; it was green, drab and boxy. She said she loved it and asked me what I thought.
Ever the diplomat I said, "If you like it, you get it," all the while thinking that all it would take was some hip waders and she could go fishing.
"Sandy will hate it," Christine said. "I've got to buy it before she gets here."
Too late - we could see her coming. Christine crouched behind a clothes rack. "Tell her I'm not here."
But Sandy saw her, "Get that ugly thing off," she commanded. "You look like an idiot."
Christine pouted. She gave it back to the sales woman and we found a beautiful jacket with nice detail. She looked lovely in it.
We still laugh about that day; how Christine and I just meekly obeyed Sandy and how the saleswoman said, "You are the funniest family I have ever met."
I hope she meant that in a good way.
