February 15, 2004

• Sistah.

  
  

  Thank you for giving up your days and your nights to run around with your cranky old sibling. I had a blast. Who knew that shopping at IGA could be so much fun? Or that watching 'American Chopper' could be a religion?

  
  

  Thanks for ensuring that my M*A*C makeup collection stayed current, even though I rarely wear makeup, some how it's nice to see it all arranged there in my drawer, by colour and by function. Some day, I might even wear it. Or end up giving it back to you.

  
  

  Thanks for pushing that battle scarred car of yours to its limits. It really is a piece of crap, ain't it? The trips to and from the Rockies with noisy stinky kids in the back, Crowded House blaring from the tape deck and the fog setting in, will haunt my dreams. Next time, we take a Porta-potty. Get yer windshield fixed before you become tuna steak on the highway and I know my lip pencil is under  the front seat. You aren't fooling me, but you can keep it.

  
  

  I hate your dog. You know that. It's little and yappy and my socks still smell of pee. But hey, it's the house dog, and you come with it. Make sure you get it to make friends with a Rottweiler whilst it's wearing its little booties, okay? It make be a lovely little dog-sickle.

  
  

  Thanks for going to see movies with me - and not eating my popcorn. And for trudging thru Wal-mart, because the evil empire has not yet struck down under.

  
  

  Bless you for catering dinners and lunches. And curse you for not believing that I can calculate how to cook a roast. It was the most expensive beef jerky in Christendom, but hey, Dad woulda liked it. And I need the Tater recipe, okay? It's the only time I've seen Mouse eat a vegetable.

  
  

  Mouse misses you terribly. She wants to go over to your house and put on pink lipstick and paint her nails gross purple colours and eat crappy junk food and talk talk talk until your eardrums are bleeding. That was a nice thing you did for her - not once but all the time. It's good for her to see that other women are just as nutty as her mother.

  
  

  And I know kids are weird for you, since you don't have any. But they can grow on you, and you did a good thing by spending time with her, on her own. She'll remember that for as long as she lives, the same way you remember the things I did with you.

  
  

  You are a wonderful person. You are smart, funny and good looking. You need to remember that. And remember this - I love you more than anything else in the world, except my kids.

  
  

  (next entry, the full run down on the trip. I needed to get this one out there.)

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