Just Call Me Tiffany Mills-Lohan

This is my favorite room in the house, the screened porch. There's something about it that makes me feel all sorts of giddy. 

I guess it brings back all those memories of summer camp in screened cabins, staying up late with my camp friends and sneaking into other cabins to pour honey all over our unsuspecting fellow campers. Except that I never went to summer camp in a screened cabin. But I did see both productions of The Parent Trap. In reality, I love my screened porch because it reminds me of The Parent Trap. I realize what this means about me.

Yesterday, I de-winterized the screened porch and brought the furniture back in. I sat on the little couch for a while, soaking in the spring sun and thinking about that time when my identical twin sister and I found each other after years apart and cooked up a scheme to get our parents together.

And then I remembered again that, in fact, I have no identical twin sister and my parents have always been together. In Utah. 

Then, I looked over at the table and remembered that hilarious night when my sister and I made our parents eat dinner together. They ate at that very table while she and I played the guitar and sang, "Let's get together, yeah, yeah, yeah, we could have a lot of fu-un!" 

Wait a minute--I'm doing it again, aren't I? 

I'm going to interrupt this blog post to make an/another embarrassing confession: Yes, we are the type of people who buy a statue that looks like our dog.

I feel better getting that off my chest.

Back to the blog post. 

Does it bother you that the table is not centered in front of the couch, and that the tray on the table is not centered on the table? 

I did that intentionally, to annoy my very rigid identical twin sister. She grew up in Boston with our mother and grandparents and let's just say that she's very "particular" especially compared to my laid-back California ranch upbringing with Dad. This picture is going to drive her NUTS! Tee-hee!

You know, if she actually existed.