I.love.my.sisters (and their husbands).
Over the course of one weekend, the Young girls (and their husbands) ate cupcakes and coconut chicken and empanadas, drank coffee (obviously), shopped at scary thrift stores and outlet malls (girls), rode a ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier, smoked cigars, looked at old cars on Route 66 (boys), walked around our neighborhood, and just generally enjoyed each other’s company. I do love my sisters so much. If my dad had his way, we would all live together in a compound (shudder) but perhaps someday we will be able to see each other for the weekend without a major production. Click on the "flickr" link to see more of our pictures.