If You Were Church; I'd get on my knees.

Let’s get the introductions over with in case any of you forgot who I am. Hi, I’m Francine Langston. Little sister of my dumbass brother, Charles. I have a ton of humiliating pictures of him, for the right price. Now, let’s get this party started.

I meant to tell you, your room is in the dungeon.

Alaska: Well, she is the more attractive of the Langstons.....

Alaska: ;)

Alaska: Tell her we'd love to have her.

Charles: I feel I have to bring out the photo album.

Charles: See her with braces and frizzy hair.

Alaska: 👀👀👀 yes........? What did you do?

Alaska: Franny, your sister, Franny?

Alaska: We'll have to set a room up for her, but it should be fine. I'll let the staff know we'll be expecting her.

Charles: That's the one.

Charles: She said she needed to get away and since she hasn't seen you since the wedding.

Charles: Darling wife of mine...

Charles: Franny wants to come for a visit.

I haven’t been up to much– mostly getting properly fit again, now that the holidays are over. And yourself?

What does “properly fit” involve? You always look like some god or something. Could this have something to do with a brunette? --I’ve just been trying to help Alaska get comfortable with her new responsibilities. Acting as the boxing bag when she needs to let off steam--verbally, of course. Trying my best to not overstep and just be there when needed.

Well, I definitely haven’t been making weird, corny jokes four weeks into the new year about 2018. You need new material, bro. What have you been busy with? Don’t you just stand around next to my sister and look pretty? –I personally have been planning this years events, hopefully to get everyone out of their crappy moods. 

Hey, don’t bash the trophy husband job. It’s a lot harder work than it looks. I have to make sure I never get caught making an ugly expression and stand there and nod. It’s a tough job.

You just made it, next week is the cut off for all crappy jokes about the new year. Anymore and it’s off with your head. 

I’ll have to make note of that for future reference - I like keeping my head. And I would be the one to end up losing it because of corny dad joke. Or you’d throw me in the dungeon for life.