Dearest Sister is Coming to Visit!

It was about the only thing that got me back home at the end of vacation.

Well, not really. I don’t mind so much coming home. I like where I live, and don’t mind what I do for a living. It would be better if that part of my life wasn’t so much up in the air right now, but that’s just technicalities. Over all, I don’t have anything too much to grumble about.

And I think that makes special times even more special. Like the trip to Yellowstone, or when I get a visit from Dearest Sister and Galaxie Guy.

See, we go way back, we do. I’ve known her all her life, and I know things about her. Yes, I do.

She didn’t use to clean up her room. Well, neither did I really. We always shared a room and it was always a mess!

And sometimes she really misbehaved with babysitters. Maybe I wasn’t such a good example. In fact, the few times my poor mother found someone to watch us, how we performed might be akin to torture. Not many repeat babysitters in those days, now that I think about it.

She gave me the mumps. And that made me miss the first day of fifth grade. I thought that was about the worst thing that could happen, missing the first day of school. What was the point in going the rest of the year if one missed the first day, I ask you? That she did, gave me the mumps!

And she got me hooked on hankies…

On the other hand, one of my daughters was overheard warning a friend ‘not to worry about my mom and her sister…sometimes they just start laughing at nothing!’….to which we started laughing, thusly proving her point.

(Sometime she gets me to laughing just so I will wet my pants.)

Hurry up, Dearest Sister, and come see me. I anxiously await your arrival!