Just Visiting!

Day two of my trip, visiting my wonderful sister and her family in Houston.

Their neighborhood bears a striking resemblance to a place called Stepford; 

The houses are white.

The SUVs (is there anything else?) are white.

The people are white.

I got here Wednesday and someone came to blow the leaves off their driveway. Now it's Friday and they've come again. Wouldn't want those pesky leaves to accumulate now, would we?

In this community, called Champion's Forest;

The children are perfect.

The yards are perfect.

The hair is perfect.

The boobs are perfect.

Uncle Nice Guy is playing gay nanny to his two adorable nieces. He drives the white Texas Tahoe that gets what?, eight miles to the gallon?, to pick them up at soccer practice. To his 44-year-old brain it's all just so confusing; private school carpool, baton twirling camp, the whole suburban scene, but they're great kids.

Yesterday one of the girls came home traumatized because her friend's mom looked 'all horrible and weird.' My sister did some discreet asking around, to discover that the woman, still in her forties, had merely had an extreme facelift. No, it wasn't the swelling and bruising that scared my niece—that had already receded—it was the end product. Oh well...

Tonight, while sister and her husband have a date night, my nieces and I have big plans; I'll teach them to bake chocolate chip cookies and we'll settle in to watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua. They're too young for The Stepford Wives. 

Update: Project Runway has been substituted. Nothing like a little gay TV. Hope the neighborhood association doesn't find out.