Friday, November 28, 2008

There's a girl that you might know, she's a friend, at least I tell you so (by Shelley Warren)

Since many of my siblings have been pressuring me to blog about the obvious reasons why I deserve the Inheritance above the rest of them, I feel that the time has come to clear the air. Aside from being the youngest, nicest, prettiest, sweetest, most docile, obedient and loving child of Mom and Dad, (which should make you like me) and aside from having been born 4 weeks early, having backwards vocal cords and two chronic wrist problems (which should make you feel sorry for me), here are some supplementary reasons to vote for me.

Reasons why I'm Dad's favorite
  • I'm his baby princess
  • I sing the Beatles with him
  • Unlike the rest of my undeserving siblings, I prefer Dad's bisquick pancakes to scratch pancakes
  • I got him the complete Beach Boys collection
  • I refuse to make oatmeal scotchies because I know he hates them

Reasons why I'm Mom's favorite
  • I'm her baby princess
  • I'm the only one who has her curly hair (which totally beats green eyes, am I right?)
  • Everyone says that I look just like she did in high school
  • As a child, I was the only one who requested (and was granted) a grown-up sewing machine
  • I did ballet, which I think she is still hung up on ;)
Bonus reasons
  • I'm the best speller out of all of us
  • I inherited from Dad the ability to make up my own songs
  • I look out for Mom and Dad: they no longer have to give me allowance, because at 14, I took the initiative to start earning my own
  • I have amazing perseverance: when I was 5, I wore my red ruby slippers to church, even though they made my ankles bleed (Kristen can attest to this)


Aside from the homemade stockings, items that I claim include (but are not limited to): Proverbs 31 cross-stitch, 9 kids necklace, white cedar chest, the photograph of Pawpop, Dad, Uncle Jack and Uncle Bill on the beach in Brasil, Granddad's typewriter, all the teacups, all the cookie cutters, sourdough starter, 8-ft table, Dad's Brasilian money, the Hawaii home videos

Characteristic of my completely humble self, I will not arrogantly presume that I already have your vote, but to those of you who have, in your hearts, voted for me, let me just say that I hope you enjoy your strawberry brownie trifle.

14 comments:

Kristen said...

ok, Kristen will attest to the bloody ankles, but I think everyone agrees that this makes you less-than-intelligent, not heroic. and whattheheck???? best speller?? Aub and Beth don't put up much competition in this area, but I'd pit Annie's or my skills in spelling against yours any day. silly girl.

Anonymous said...

You got my vote with your last line. :)

And, maybe because you and Piper have way too much in common.

sis said...

tiffany, you're a traitor.
I don't think this relationship is going to work out.

Kristen said...

votes from "hormonally challenged" pregnant women don't count.

Anonymous said...

What!!!! Shouldn't I get two votes?
How am I a traitor, CJ? Cody is still voting for you.

Anonymous said...

come on cookies!

Anonymous said...

CJ, i think we need to have a DTR with tiffany...

sis said...

we definitely need a DTR.
come on Tiff, I thought we were friends. What kind of game was that?

OH, and SHELLEY, would you care to explain to the group who taught you how to make the strawberry brownie trifle??

shelley said...

Yes, CJ, and it was definitely not you. I've never known YOU to make a delicious trifle...it was most assuredly Kristen who taught me, but I perfected it.

shelley said...

Oh, and Tiffany, don't let ANYONE bully you for who you vote for. :)

Anonymous said...

What's a DTR?

Trish said...

I don't get it - if you're the "youngest, nicest, prettiest, sweetest, most docile, obedient and loving child of Mom and Dad" where did John Caleb and Tim come from?

sis said...

whatever. I was making brownie trifles when I was 10 years old, in the old Candle Park house. don't kid yourself.

Define The Relationship, Tiffany.

shelley said...

I meant the youngest daughter, Trish. Must've gotten lost in translation.