Last night we were up in Avon visiting my cousin and planning Thanksgiving dinner. It was snowing pretty heavily when we left and Mike had his first real dose of hideous driving conditions. He did really well, though... so I made fun of him and told him to wait for the white outs. I'm mean that way. So, we're driving through Wolcott (about halfway to Eagle from Avon and a haven for bad weather) and my sister calls.

"where are you?"
"Wolcott"
"we're at the diner, come eat with us and I'll buy you dinner"
"oh, cool! you sure? okay, be there in a few minutes"

We get to the diner... catch up. Yapyapyap. We finish dinner (chicken fried steak for my sister and me and Mike had a monster burger... freaking HUGE burger) and Megan says "I have to tell you what Fiona (her dog) did. I was in taking my bath and she was being so quiet I knew something was wrong... but there was no way I was getting out to find out what she was doing. Anyway, I finish my bath and make my way in to see what she was doing. *insert look of hatred here* Kyria, she ATE all of the hooks off of my bras. All of them. On BOTH SIDES." I'm laughing at her. Mike is laughing at her. Then "then I remembered that I have a bra in my glove box in my truck" We stop laughing. Me: "blank stare" Mike: "we should probably leave now" Megan: "no! I have a good reason for this!" and she proceeds to tell us how one day at work her bra strap broke while she was wearing a white shirt and it was horrible and now she keeps a back up bra in the truck. Mike and I are still just a little weirded out by my sister keeping random undergarments in her glove box so I say "well, at least it wasn't the ex girlfriend's panties or something." to which my sister says "Oh, no. That's another story all together"

*blinks*