Sibling revelry

Welcome to Day 2 of 31 Days of Blogging at Least on the Weekdays or Else!

So, I am writing this post late Monday for Tuesday morning. This is helpful because I can update progress at the end of the day, whereas at the beginning of the day, there is obviously nothing done yet.

The Daily Plah: Day 2
Currently reading: still Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr
Song running through my head all day: I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas*
Book 2 progress: I am examining story, character, and motivations today and therefore have not increased my page count. No, for real! I did work. Just not pagecountable work.
Other notable facts: Much laundry has been done, much food procured, many dishes washed. The house regains its sense of balance. Also, I learned that if a salad says, “Use by 3-1-10,” use it BY that date and not ON that date, because (if you are me) you will get mild food poisoning and spend the whole afternoon on the couch whining to your dog and rubbing your food baby. (You know what a food baby is, don’t you? If you don’t, this should educate you: food baby at Urbandictionary.com.)

Anyway, I’m much better now. But I had a headache all day. Iffy food almost always gives me a headache. Little Sis tried to help me get rid of it by massaging my head and pressuring my pressure points. While this happened, I discovered that I can still make her burst into uncontrollable peals of laughter, just like when she was a baby and I would fake-sneeze at her. My new method isn’t much more sophisticated: while lying on the couch with her looking down at my face (upside down from her POV), I open my eyes.

Yep, I open my eyes. And she laughs until she cries.

Aren’t little sisters the best?

And then, as an added bonus, Winston came to sit on my stomach, and we played a fun game of “Winston tries to stick his tongue in my mouth”. Despite all of the many co-dependent ways in which I overindulge and baby my dog, letting him lick my teeth isn’t on the list, so it got to be a bit like a game of Whack-a-mole. Kind of.

So anyway, as soon as she pressed on my pressure point (Little Sis, not the dog), I would open my mouth to screech in pain, and Winston would leap forth to try to stick his tongue in my mouth. This would make my eyes pop open, which would send Little Sis into a hysterical burst of laughter.

I don’t know why I’m sharing all of this on the internet except that it’s a little slice of life that shows how much fun it is to have Little Sis here living with us. It turns out that even though I once threw her across the room (ah, no big deal, she doesn’t even remember), and she totally upstaged me in my only good photo from senior prom, there is still a bond between us.

I can relate this back to writing because I write books about sisters, you see.

Happy Tuesday!

Contest time!

Since you made it this far, leave a comment on this post to win a handmade tote/resuable grocery bag by yours truly. You don’t get to choose the bag, because it’s already made, but it is a cute bag. I would keep it and use it myself if I didn’t already have fifteen (and one in the works).

As you can see, it is dark blue with purple vegetables on it (don’t adjust your monitors).

* It is a huge pet peeve of mine to use contractions incorrectly as in this song title: “I Gotta Feeling.” “Gotta” is short for “got to.” It is LONG for “got a.” You see this a lot with “wanna.” Short for “want to.” Long for “want a.” There can be no other explanation than this: the Black Eyed Peas just GOT to feeling, y’all! BTW, I once saw them at the airport and they are all little tiny people.

Related posts:

1. The answer to the question.
2. Gloomy Sunday
3. No, YOU take the dog out.
4. Sorry, ladies, he’s taken!

March 2nd, 2010 Katie Alender

Tags: contest, family, siblings