the cookies

The night preceding a day of storytelling, laughter and art  journaling is usually filled with cookie baking. And laundry. We've got to be sure we are both wearing matching shirts (our uniforms) so people really know we're sisters.  Even if we weren't working, I suspect we'd arrive in a variation of  the same shirt anyway...because we are sisters. Lucky for us Chico's usually has things in round and v-neck or things could get really embarrassing. As we get older, the list of things we must always have with us when we travel, even for a day or two, gets longer:
*Advil, Sudafed, Penicillin, and Vicodin- because no matter where we are, one of  us will get a migraine, sinus infection, tooth ache, or pinched nerve
*Tampons, pads, and pantyliners since we all know if travel of any kind is involved, no matter if it is the time for it or not, one of us will get her period
*Silverware. How else could we spread the butter on our biscuits while waiting for the plane, train or car?
*A jacket. If we had $20 for every person who gave us odd looks in the middle of summer (because we've got jackets with us)  who we later saw shivering in an air conditioned hotel lobby, we'd be rich.
* An extra suitcase for all the stuff we're gonna buy when we're done being busy then leave in our cars until our husbands are at work
*Things we have to try on in front of the other one for an honest opinion. Does this jacket make me look like a magician?  This, by the way, is what Natalie Maines should've done before the Katrina benefit concert. Why didn't the other Chicks tell her not to wear that weird dress-shirt-bad length sleeve thing? They obviously hate her.
*The cookies!