Operation MJ

My sister and her kids are coming this weekend for a visit. We're planning on getting our Margarita on tonight and going to Schlitterbahn tomorrow, but most importantly, today is when I launch super secret Operation MJ in which our main goal is to somehow convince my sister that MJ's adorableness cancels out her deafening screeches and pathological need to be held right next to your cheek (or otherwise, she'll start with that vehement keening she does when you put her on the cold, cold tile floor) and why yes, YOU NEED TO TAKE HER HOME WITH YOU.

work it, MJ, it's my only hope.