My sister the puppeteer...

A poet and a puppeteer. Our poor mother.

While we may not be able to support her in her old age, we do sometimes occasionally garner her Texas-sized braggin' rights:

""Tab A, Slot B: A New Age Sexiology:
Most sketch comedy is funnier under the influence of alcohol, but the young and exuberant performers of Bootstraps Comedy Theater have a way of intoxicating the audience with irresistibly giddy charm. They fling themselves through two acts of short scenes that take them through the '32 phases of love.' Favorite: No. 6--'Plagiarizing Shakespeare.' Socrates and Abe Lincoln wander in to offer thoughts on the coital conundrum. And Oedipus stumbles on (he's blind, ya know) to announce that he's in Freudian analysis and isn't that ironic? Written by the cast, this comic look at love is pregnant with surprises. Don't blink or you'll miss the anatomically correct marionette in the trench coat. You might want to close your eyes, however, when the man goes into labor and gives birth to...ewwww. These are clever comic actors willing to take huge risks to say new things. Best of the bunch is Matt Lyle, shyly warbling, 'I love you with all my glands/Like hippie chicks living in vans.' Love these kids. They'll make you laugh. Through May 28 at Bath House Cultural Center, 521 E. Lawther Drive. 972-365-2839. Reviewed this week. (E.L.)"

My littlest sis is both the operator of the randy marionette and the chick in the photo with her arms in the air, Cleopatra fashion.