tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post3355537303967442260..comments2023-03-03T04:29:53.462-05:00Comments on The Married Adventures of Ben & Bethany: My Brother [hearts] Chocolate MilkBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-32417843652793037292010-05-18T21:58:19.304-04:002010-05-18T21:58:19.304-04:00I used to torment my sister. I'd put worms dow...I used to torment my sister. I'd put worms down her shirt(mind you it was tucked in) and she was afraid of needles. So when my grandma thought it a good idea to give me things to sew, guess who I poked in the forehead? .. yup you guessed it! My poor sister. We also made things like cookies out of flour water and salt for my mom. She usually couldn't take a bite because it was "too pretty/special." There are so many fun family stories! I'm just glad they all turned out "normal" in-spite of us. lol<br />-HeatherAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com