Samm is hosting poker, so the afternoon is spent cleaning. He hasn’t been at the place much in the last month or so, and it’s a bit disastrous. We’ve been friends for quite a few years now and from time to time, I have the uncanny ability to annoy the hell out of him, little sister style.
Oh sure, sometimes it’s intentional: Christmas ‘07 I tagged along for some very last minute shopping. After the initial novelty the bustle has when you’re not searching for something dissipated, I took it upon myself to “help” by intermittently pointing to an item and asking, “How about this? I bet your grandma/brother/letter-carrier would looooove this! Or oooh… what about this?!” He was needless to say not amused and I was more than lucky not to have ended up in a snowbank.
But other times, the pestering is completely inadvertent. I never felt well suited in my role as an older sister. Clearly, my strength lies as a younger one.
Me, from the hallway: “What is this book?”
Samm, from the living room: “How can I know if I can’t see it?!”
Upon discovering a delightful velvet landscape: “Can I hang this up??’
Sigh. “Yes.”
“Ali, do you think hot glue will keep this together?”
“It could possibly work.”
“Uh-huh. Thanks for the insight, kid. [muttering]… could possibly…”
“So Al, should we pull the 2nd table out?”
“Depends. How many people are coming?”
“You’re consulting has been rock-solid today.”
Ah, few people are so easy for me to antagonize!
Fortunately, the snowbanks have all but melted here.
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"What is this book?" Hahaha. I like you.
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