Sisters Say the Darnedest Things...

"If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child."

~Linda Sunshine


I have three sisters.  Two of them are older than me and they were born a year apart from each other.  One of them, as you should know if you read my last blog entry, is my identical twin.  There's approximately an eight year age difference between the two oldest and my twin and I.  Still, it was pretty nifty having them as teenagers during the 80s.


I thought so, anyway.

(From hereon, I'll be referring to them as OldSis, MidSis and TwinSis.)


For the past eleven years, I've lived mostly in California, so I haven't really had a chance to see my sisters that often.  Recently, I've had a rather stressful time.  To the point where I pretty much need to be "rescued" by my family.  They've made arrangements to have me come back to Canada, which is pretty awesome.  I'll be heading to Syracuse, New York, on the 16th and OldSis will be taking me up to Ottawa.  I'll get to see MidSis (whom I haven't seen in about ten years) and TwinSis.


We haven't been in the same room since MidSis's wedding, back in 2000.  I'm looking forward to it, but at the same time I'm dreading it, mostly for the fact that there will be MUCH teasing.  And to be honest...the war has already begun.

When we were kids, our parents were part of the local figure skating club.  For one of their shows, they had built these huge robots out of boxes.  TwinSis and I were probably 3 years old at the time and those things, quite honestly, terrified me.


Unfortunately, our older sisters were babysitting us that day.  I actually still remember this incident, surprisingly.  What my older sisters did (to me, anyway) was take me down to the basement where the robots were located...and they stuck me under one of them (more like they stuck me under a box).


This event has traumatized me throughout my life.  I hate robots.  I can't fucking stand them.  When I got The Burning Crusade expansion for World of Warcraft and leveled up in Outland, I would freak out whenever I got caught by the fucking Fel Reaver.  I hate that goddamn thing.  I hate robots!

And my sisters know this! So yes...the war has already begun because when I logged onto my Facebook this morning, I found that the following message had been posted by OldSis on my wall:

"Only ONE MORE WEEK til I pick you up from the airport!!! I'm so excited, I have my robot balloon picked out from the party store to tie in the backseat, I have a CD with Beastie Boys - Intergalactic and Gladios - Still Alive to play in the car on the way back!! I am ready! That balloon is awesome too....it makes robot noises and it has eyes that light up! TwinSis helped me pick it out."

There will be blood, I think.  My one comfort to this horrible "threat" made itself known when I turned on MSN to see if any family members needed to contact me.  An offline message popped up from TwinSis and I took malicious delight at what it said:

OldSis says:  ONE MORE WEEK TIL I SEE MY PARTNER!!!!!
 
TwinSis says:  Heh heh heh.  You poor bastard.  X3
 
OldSis says:  bah she loves me!
 
TwinSis says:  I don't know if I would call that love.  I don't [know] that it's even capable of love.  All I know [is] that it hates us less than it does other people.
 
OldSis says: ROFL
 
TwinSis says: I'm totally sending her that conversation...  She'll lol!
 
OldSis says: you mean IT will laugh?
 
TwinSis says: That's just for show.  I mean, if she's an it, what does that make me???


Thanks to TwinSis being so observant, I decided to be gracious and corrected some of her spelling errors.  Mostly, she forgot to include a few words.  You can see the corrections I made by noting the square brackets.  Once again, her mistakes will be seen by all.

So I'll be seeing all of my sisters on the 19th of March.  I do believe I'm going to enjoy this...


~Fel

p.s.  I am aware that the font might seem different throughout this entry.  Ignore it.  I can't be bothered to fix it.