My solo blog internship will officially begin tomorrow. Although if I know my big sister, she won't stay away for long. In fact, she's been sending me a few last minute texts* just to be sure I don't break the blog...
Lisa: u ready?
Laura: um...r u ready? u know ur having a baby, right?
Lisa: yeah, yeah, just dont forget about bookinistas and schedule posts for 6 am...and facebook, and twitter, and...
Laura: what are the bookinistas again?
Laura: kidding, kidding. i. can. do. this. go 2 sleep, u know ur going to be up every 3 hours until x-mas, right?
Lisa: jack slept through night at a month. best. baby. ever.
Laura: um, r u forgetting mia? she still doesn't sleep through the night.
Lisa: i hate u.
Laura: take ur time. i'll be fine. i have all sorts of fun posts planned. oh...and do you think theres a way to change our blog name to laura and lisa write?
Lisa: thats it. changing password. we can go dark for a few wks
Laura: take a joke hormonster
Lisa: not. funny.
Laura: don't try anything funny or i'll report you to ken
Lisa: you are evil. the power has gone to your head.
So...you guys are stuck with moi--well, at least for a little while. Lisa will be clawing her way back to her MacBook in no time at all. Maybe I'll have to transcribe a few of her new mama truths for Tuesday.
In the meantime, welcome to Laura and Lisa Write, bitches. The blog where second sisters rule and the number of followers drops by the hour.
You hear that sound? It's Lisa sobbing from her delivery room.
This is going to be fun.
*We are now forced to communicate primarily through text because Skype is banned and our husbands want to divorce us after having to listen to our phone conversations all night.
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