Did I mention that my sister has a gorgeous house? I mean, a SERIOUSLY gorgeous house? Probably not, because I hadn't seen her latest house yet, but I should have guessed. She moved to St. George about a year ago, but I haven't had a chance to make it down there until now. Ummm, WOW is about all I can say. Of course, her last house was really nice and so were all her previous ones, but this one is really especially fantastic.

We stopped by for a quick overnight visit on our way to California to see the grandkids and we had a nice visit. My brother-in-law cooked up some wonderful chili, we watched a really bad movie with Robin Williams, and we had a nice sister visit. And we got to sleep in her very cool guest house. It has a shower that's bigger than my whole closet.

But you have got to see this house - I've always said she should be an interior decorator or something. Obviously, one of us got the "decorating gene" and it sure as hell wasn't me! Of course, my brother-in-law had a lot to do with it. He's the one who collects all the great Native American art. I forgot to take some pictures of his garage. Oh my gosh! I've seen doctor's offices that weren't that clean and organized. I don't know how she finds these guys. She always gets the neat freaks and I get the sloppy ones. Must be karma or something....

But at least I got to have a little peek at her closet. Obviously, she likes beige. And sand. And taupe. And cream. Our Mom could always tell us apart just by the colors we were wearing. I'm like Mom - lots of bright color, although I don't have quite the wild gypsy taste that she did. But Karla is all about the neutrals. I just had to laugh when I saw her closet and saw that she had at least a dozen pairs of khakis and another dozen or so matching beige tops and blouses with hardly a color to be found. I don't even have a pair of khakis to my name!