On Cooking:
Me: “Do you REALLY think I could afford poison?”
On Sylvia Plath:
V: “Why did she stick her head in the oven?”
Me: “Dunno. I guess she just went all Jim Jones on herself or something like that. ”
On Ironing:
Me: “Hey V, will you iron my pants? And also my shirt? And maybe some more for the rest of the week?”
V: “Fine. You really should learn how to use one of these you know.”
Me: “Yeah, I’ll do that when you learn how to cook your own food.”
V: “Ah, so the fifth of never?”
*I technically DO know how to iron. However, I also technically know how to drive a stick shift. There is a difference in knowing how to do something and doing it WELL.
On Parking The Car:
Me: “V! You almost hit my car! While I was sitting in it!”
V: “Psh. Your car has been hit like 1000 times. It can take it.”
*The last person who hit my car was V, less than 2 weeks ago. Actually, she didn’t do anything except knock paint of the bumper, but she totally didn’t tell me about it for like an hour. Now I can say that my own sister did a hit-and-run on my car.
On V Leaving For Boot Camp:
Me: “I will cry.”
V:” If you do that I am going to kick your ass.”
Yes, my sister is leaving for boot camp. My little baby sister, that I used to push around the house in a doll buggy. The one that I colored green with a marker. The one that I accidentally locked in the garage when she was three. Wow, I sound like a crappy sister. I promise I did good stuff too, like: reading to her before she learned to read, taking her places after I got my license, teaching her how to drive IN MY CAR, covering for her when she got old enough to need covering for (heehee), having her come stay with me and letting her do whatever, and cooking her copious amounts of food.
She does/has done awesome stuff for me too, like : playing Barbies with me when she was more of a dinosaur kind of gal, putting up with my bossy older-child self, showing me how to do cool stuff with the computer, taking half the blame for stuff that really wasn’t her fault, covering for me when I needed covering (which was OFTEN), listening to my rants, giving me advice that I needed to hear (but didn’t want to hear), laughing at stupid commercials/youtube videos with me, teaching me how to play video games, doing the hard levels for me on video games, not laughing when I have to ask stupid questions (which happens fairly often), and last but not least, for letting me be the big sister to the greatest little sister that ever lived.
I love my sister, and I will be impatiently waiting the 10 weeks for her to come back.
I promise not to put anymore Dolly Parton ringtones on my phone and to play “Blitzkrieg Bop” everyday til we can cruise down the highway listening to it together. I promise to keep up with “South Park” and “Aqua Teen Hunger Force” so that I can tell you plot lines in the letters. I promise to try to reasonably iron my own clothes once in awhile.
But I can’t promise not to miss you like crazy!
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