While digging through my cupboard to find food coloring for the kids' version of our pink squirrel, my cousin noticed that I organized my cupboards with Velveeta cheese boxes. And as expected, I had various powdered mixes for sauces in them. Oh, how disappointed we were when we learned my other cousin had actually purchased wicker storage baskets for her cupboards. Apparently, this is what happens when one moves to the suburbs. :) I proudly still use the boxes to organize various items in my cupboard.
I also got a lesson in how to make the bed. Apparently, I was never taught correctly - although I did participate in 4H demo on the topic (which ended up with my laughing so hard I had to get a tissue from the judge to wipe my nose). Anyway, Chele and Christine taught me the correct way to make a bed with hospital corners. Of course, I am not sure it matters as Marshall doesn't like his sheet tucked in on his end of the bed and I have now relegated changing sheets to the cleaning lady - one less thing to worry about!
Although the visit was short, it was a great, quick trip down memory lane. Cousins hold similar, but different memories than direct siblings and it is always funny to hear how each remember one past experience or another. We all come from the same family tree and yet, each branch is very distinct and different. I guess that is what makes families such interesting groups of people. Shared experiences and yet, completely different lives - each wonderful in their own way.
