MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR.....

.....is five foot two and drives a purple mini-van.  she's been slaying my dragons for as long as i can remember.  and you did hear me right....i said "she".  "she" is my sister.  my protector.  my defender.  when we were growing up i never had to worry about fighting anybody.  my sister fought my fights for me.  she protected me from my brother and anybody else stupid enough to mess with me.  in my eyes she's always been 10 foot tall and bullet proof.  she was never afraid of anybody or anything.  i think it's genetic (unfortunately i think i was busy doing something the day they were handing out that gene & i got missed).  but when she was about 8 yrs old she came home one day and told my grandmom that some boy in the neighborhood had been picking on her.  the boy was dumb enough to come to the playground across the street from our house later on that day.  so my granny, who mind you was barely 5 ft tall herself, went over to the playground, got the boy, told my sister to go pick out a stick and proceeded to make the boy stand there while she instructed my sister to beat him with the stick.  lol.  try that one today.  he never bothered my sister again!  anywayssssss....the reason i bring it up is that i needed my sister today and in true fashion she came to my rescue.  wheels a blazin and gravel flying.  i was laying down today bc i thought i might have to work (still might have to).  about 2 o'clock i heard somebody pull in the drive.  by the time i got up to see who it was the car had backed out and parked on the side of the road.  two men got out of the car and one started walking to the house.  i didn't know who they were so i called my sister real quick.  i know....you're thinkin what was she gonna do for me.  well, i thought if i atleast had somebody on the phone they would know that somebody else knew they were there.  she finally picked up on the fifth ring.  told her to stay on the line that some guy i didn't know was coming to my door.  i was stupid and actually opened up the door.  next time i won't.  but he asked if my husband was home.  he said....i can't remember his name but they call him "shitty".  yeah i know.  if the shoe fits right.  lol.  it rhymes with smitty.  i was stupid again and said...no he's at work. duhhhh.  the guy said they had run out of gas and wanted to know if i had any he could buy?!?!?  i said...ummm, no!  then thought, do i look like a friggin gas station.  sounded a little suspicious to me.  so he leaves and my sisters asks me what he was doing now.  i said walking back to his car.  she said...you want me to come over????? oh, i'm coming over now.  she lives about 5 mins away.  she was at my house in 4.3 seconds flat.  she said she ran out of the house, jumped over her gravel pile, flew down her driveway and thought "damn, i should've brought my gun!" the whole way over! lol.  i love her!  when i let her in she said....YEAH, WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO NOW!!!.....all 5 ft 2 inches of her!  and believe me she meant every word of it.  and i love her for it.  these guys sat outside for about 15 mins when 3 of randolph county's finest citizens finally pulled up with their beer cans in hand and a one gallon container of gas.  took 5 men to put one gallon of gas in the car.  flippin rocket scientists.  did they ligitimately run out of gas???  idk.  or were they up to something else??? that i don't know either. but what i do know is that you can't trust anybody anymore.  except unless they're 5-2 and come to your rescue in a purple mini-van.  ahhhhhhh, my childhood dragon slayer and hero for always......... 

THE DRAGON SLAYER, HER BABY DRAGON & THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS.....MANY MOONS AGO!