my aunt barbara is one of my favourite people in the world. she is funny and sweet and wonderfully eccentric. she collects a great many antique curiousities. she tells stories like no one else i know. this is when we went to see her in vancouver. she has a new bird. his name is baby chown.
when i was little my mother and aunt barbie would take us on road trips and we'd stay in cheap motels and stop at every thrift store and buy silly elaborate frilly 50's nightgowns. we would then lie around our motel rooms in our extravagant undergarments and talk like movie stars, and tell stories about our dramatic and utterly luxurious lives.
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