My Sister Is Home

This means a number of things. It means I have to clean all my crap off the spare bed (which is in my room, because the spare bedroom is full of crap). It means there are four loads of laundry to be done, even though she only has one basket of clothes. It means I’m gonna have to tease her because she drove all the way from Lansing with a bandana and a gag gift purple-and-yellow foam-in-front/mesh-in-back hat emblazoned with “Retired” turned sideways on her head. It means I’ll be up late because she cannot fall asleep without the tv on, and I cannot fall asleep with it on. It means she and I are gonna talk about our parents behind their backs. It means she and I and mom are gonna talk about dad behind his back. It means at some point mom’s gonna grill her about her post-graduation plans and I’ll have to take her side to make sure mom doesn’t get carried away. It means we’ll again wonder how we ended up being the normal ones in the family when she finds out our cousin is in jail again. It means we’re (or at least I’m) gonna get trashed and watch all but the first four episodes of RW/RR Battle of the Sexes which she lovingly taped for me. It means I’ll be a little sad when she leaves again tomorrow.