So I'm trying to explain Superwholock to my sister
- Me: *le trying to explain*
- Sister: Sounds stupid to me.
- (Later, we're cleaning out our movie case and I found a copy of That's So Suite Life of Hannah Montana, some crossover special with That's So Raven, Suite Life of Zack and Cody and Hannah Montana.)
- Me: *holds movie up* This. This is basically what Superwholock would be.
- Sister: Oh! Well, that'd be awesome.
8 Months
- Me: I have a confession to make. A friend of mine died recently and it's made me contemplate my mortality so I have joined WeightWatchers because if I'm going to drop dead from something I would rather it be something awesome and not just because I eat ridiculous amounts of fried things...which are themselves awesome...but you know what I mean.
- Sister: Wow. Really?
- Me: .....no. I just want to be skinny like Jennifer Hudson in time for bikini season.
- Sister: well you know, I happen to be a fitness professional and can help you with this venture, despite the fact that I am super fat and lazy at the moment. But In my head I am super not fat and lazy.
- Me: Hahaha. Thank you.
- Sister: ....
- Me: ...?
- Sister: Oh no no. Don't jump in and stop me from calling myself fat and lazy. I'm only 8 fucking months pregnant. Let me just insult myself and we can move on and talk more about you.
- Me: You are a vision of femininity, beauty and womanhood.
- Sister: [20 minutes later] Yeah I know. Sorry. I was eating everything in the refrigerator.
- Me: Nice
Happy Birthday (a day late)
To my beautiful sister, Kim. Thank you for being my wonderful big sister. For moving back to Michigan so I can see you whenever I want. For making a damn good dirty martini (even if I spill it all down the front of myself). For nights like this:
For always knowing the right thing to say, and also knowing when not to say anything at all. Mostly, for always being a go-to person in my life whenever I want to throw my hands in the air and say “Fuck it all!”….that sounded dramatic, but you get my point, because, well duh. You’ve been there too!
I can’t tell you how thankful I am that we’ve gotten closer as we’ve both grown older, and how much I look up to you as a sister, friend, and now as a mother. On that note, thanks for bringing Peter into my life. The joy that he brings is immeasurable. You did good work on that one, kid.
I love you! Thanks for being someone I get to call my own. The older I get, the more I find how truly rare that type of person is in ones’ life.
