Despite this story, one of many in which my sister terrorizes me during my upbringing, my sister and I actually got along reasonably well. We made up plays together in the basement, she defended me against bullies on the school bus with a mighty swing of her backpack, and we played pollypocket together on Christmas morning while we waited for 7:00am to come so we could wake up our parents without fear of punishment. Yet as childhood passed, my sister and I had a rough period where we grew apart as we grew into our own people. It's easy to see why we didn't get along--we're opposites in every way. I'm short, curvy, and pale while she is tanned, lanky, and tall(er, no one in my family is ACTUALLY tall). We look sooo dissimilar, once, in a bar, when we said we were sisters the bartender thought it was a stupid lie we made up to pick up guys. I'm sarcastic and cynical (clearly) and she's a sunny "peace and love" hippie. I care about how I dress and Jeanie thinks sweat pants with an LMU t-shirt would be an appropriate outfit for school, a date, or a meeting with the president. And don't get me started on her Moroccan hippie "elopement". . .
But despite our differences I spent an awesome day hanging out with her today. Through a series of events she's living at home with my parents for a while and I'm home for Easter break. Usually both of us being home at the same time is a recipe for catastrophe, but as of last night when I got home from Dayton, it's been pretty harmonious. Last night, we watched Archer on Netflix, then danced around the kitchen with my mom to an imaginary square dance. This morning, she barged into my room, completely naked, and flailed around wildly, screaming at me to get up. We had lunch with my mom and Aunt Charlane at a French restaurant and Aunt Charlane told us all a story about how my Grandma used to get up early so she could sit on her condo balcony and oggle the Navy Seals as they did their morning P.T. Then Jeanie and I went shopping at Easton. First, I tried to explain to her the ethical ramifications of stealing a belt because it wasn't for sale except as attached to a "hoochie-ass" dress. Then, in Express we had a personal conversation in our shared dressing room about nudity--just as the sales lady walked up to ask if everything was okay. Finally, we rounded out the day, by talking loudly in country accents at Forever 21, and complaining that all the cute clothes were in plus sizes, citing size discrimination (against non-plus size people, obviously).
You know, just a normal day with my crazy, hilarious, hippie, sister. Who I love.