I have three sisters whose birthdays fall on August 9, 10, and 11 (quick math would suggest Mom and Dad had supery dupery Merry Christmases back then). Anyway, I found a birthday card and gave it to all of my August-born sisters:
A sense of humor is apparently genetic because all of us thought this was hysterically funny, Come on! That mouse! He’s all resolute and then he sees the Brie. And I’m thinking, everybody has their own Brie. Like me. I don’t need a thing, have vowed to be less spendy then, Kapow! Oh, shit, is that a bargain piece of damaged furniture? Just like the mouse I have to do a Risk versus Reward calculation. Most times, I take the “Brie”. Consequences be damned.
So, in August all seven of the Pierman Sisters are on a trip in Breckenridge, Colorado, and we’re having fun with the concept that everyone has a Brie. Dorothy: Oh, shit, are those purses on sale? Judy and Rebekah: Oh, shit, is that an awesome hike to the top of a mountain while a storm is moving in?
And then we got the call that Dad was in the hospital having had a stroke. Oh, shit.
On that day, we were split up into two groups. A group of five in Aspen and a group of two in Breckenridge. The “Aspens” said, “I guess we go back to Breckenridge and then head home to Oklahoma”. The “Brecks” said, ” We’ll be waiting for you”.
From Oklahoma, Mom told The Aspens, “Don’t come home, enjoy your birthday, Dorothy”. So we forgot about The Brecks because there was a gondola to the top of Aspen mountain where we could get panoramic views of the town, drink wine on an outdoor terrace, meet a dog named Jax and buy some Chapstick. Clearly we had to go. It was a gondola for the love of Pete.
The Aspens got in trouble by The Brecks. SERIOUS trouble. The Pierman sisters had a fight and not the civilized verbal discord you might imagine. None of this psychobabble, “When you do this, I feel…”
There were fists-a-slinging. We’ve never fought like that. I mean sure, we fought as kids. Dorothy and I fought so hard so long one day when we were kids that I had to ask for a bio break (Read: had to pee) then came back and picked up the fight like a boxing bell had rung. But then we were only 13 and 14. Today we are all in our 50s and 60s. Freaking Brie.
So, I doodled this. It’s probably “too soon” for some but I mean…my blog, my rules.
I love my sisters so much. We’ve reconciled and are stronger than ever. We might suck at denying Brie but, by God, we are handy in a crisis. We’ve once again rallied around my dad and he’s getting better.
Stay tuned because we will be morphing from Pierman Paris to Pierman Positano in just a few days. I, Dorothy, Rebekah and Marsha and a couple of our husbands are heading to “Itly“, to hang out with “Itlians“.
And when we land, Imma gonna make a bee-line to the grocery store and buy us some Parmesan cheese. Time for a new chapter.
Meantime, here’s The Aspens right before we got into trouble…