Remember the post I wrote about "It Takes A Village"? (Feel free to click over to review). I've decide that not only does it take a village to be my sister, Leanne, it takes 20 VILLAGES! Here's the latest story (side note: I already warned Leanne that I was going to blog about this AND I received her permission to use this photo from Mother's Day last year -- gotta love the crown Katie made for her mommy!):
The other day, Leanne decided to make an anniverary gift for PG's Aunt and Uncle. Leanne knew that she wanted to make a small scrapbook album. So, she calls me up, and very long story short, she "borrows" all supplies from my scrapbook stash -- the album, the papers, a few ribbons, etc. No problem, because I have the supplies anyway. One visit to the Scrapbook Cellar was all it took. I started to chuckle, however, when I got a last minute phone call from Leanne:
"You know that package of embellishments you have sitting on the table downstairs? Well, I have the same ones, but you know, I just can seem to find them here! So, can I borrow those too?"
After Leanne finished the album, she invited me over to take a quick look at said album before she wrapped it. (Side note, the album was BEAUTIFUL!). But before CT and I could leave the house, the phone rang. Here's the conversation:
Leanne: Hi, ok good, you're still home.
Me: Yup. On our way out the door now.
Leanne: Well, you know... PG and I had a really hard day working on the garage and doing yard work... we are just exhausted... and I REALLY REALLY REALLY need a favor... would you mind stopping to Starbucks for coffee on your way over?
Me: Well.... ok (even though it really isn't on our way.) What do you guys want?
Leanne: (in one quick breath)
Ok, onegrandepikeplacecoffeewithvanillaandacoldsoytopper andoneventeicedcoffeewithcreamnonsweetenedandmakesureitisnonsweetenedbecauseIcan'tdrinkitifit'ssweetened.
Leanne: Got it?
Me: Wait, I've got to write this down. (Oh boy, and I was thinking I just needed to get two cups of coffee through the drive-thru.)
So, I proceeded to write down the order, and repeated the order very slowly and carefully to the Starbucks Barista, who looked at me like I was COFFEE-STUPID. Oh well, the good news is that Leanne and PG got their jolt exactly as they wanted it.
Another village story I just had to share. And I still like being part of this village (or villageS).