She’s not good for me… 😜

Okay, I’m pretty much just kidding! 

Some times, Hava and I are having way too much fun together and I forget she’s my sister. 

Like yesterday… 

We were makin a killer health freak salad for all of  our lunches and just, you know, having the time of our lives! 🥗 

Faith: “We would make an incredible cooking show, Hava!”

Hava: “Oh, yeah! We’d get millions of viewers!!! Let’s put a hearty handful of blueberries in!”

Faith: “Whaaa??? Disgusting! Keep those filthy little things outta my life!” 

Hava: “Blueberries make the world go round!”

(You see, it’s not the blueberries that I dislike, but the fact that you put anything sweet in your salad is… blah.)

After our wonderful convos of extra onion, garlic, what is high glycemic content, what’s considered “junky” keto or healthy keto, weekend plans, coffee shops, piano, piano, piano, (Hava, I’m tired of piano!) ballet, stretching, vitamin D protocol, Apex piano showroom, (for the 976543345th time) etc., etc., 

Finally, we sit down to eat our masterpieces…

I take a big, beautiful, crunchy bite of.. blueberries?! 

“Havilaaah! You have MY salad!”

Hava: “Oh, gross! Where’s my extra onion, my cheese, what’s all this nasty spinach?”

Faith: “It’s like I’m eating your personality! How weird.”

Hava: “Now I know what kinda torture you put yourself through, Faith! Wanna trade?” 

I take another bite of this… this… salad. 

Faith: “No, eating your saliva would be worse than blueberries. The damage is already done.”

Well, the end of the most random story I’ve ever shared! 😅

I love you, Hava! 😅