last week was my sister's birthday. i knew it all day. when i got home i forgot. momentarily. the phone rang and i remembered again and swore after i got off the phone with whoever was calling i would call my sis. but of course it was my sis calling me. who does that? she says she'd had a few drinks and felt it okay to start calling people to make them wish her a happy birthday. i thought this was fair.
while on the phone i start doing the math to figure out how old my sister was now. i think to myself that i'll be 26 on monday so that would make my sister...and then i react...
by yelling out 'oh shit!'
my sister is all a-worry - did you fall? did you hurt something? are you okay?
i sheepishly respond that i just figured out how old she was now. i didn't even mean to be mean.
but i mean - 37? that's old, right?
i tried to make her feel better by reminding her that beth from the real world was 39. i don't think it helped.
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