My sister, who will remain nameless, and I are best girl friends. We are very close in age but just complete opposites. I am loud and outgoing, never a doubt if I'm in a room, while she is quiet and reserved. She is a very private person and the thought of the grocery store knowing what she buys via the swipe of her value card is enough to make her uncomfortable, let alone the thought that I might actually mention her name on my blog. Yes, that is right. I'm all out there with my picture and my life, well the parts I want to share with you, to read (Quick shout out to all my Russian readers) and she just shudders at the thought.
When I first started writing it, and told her about it, she rolled her eyes and thought it was just silly. I couldn't get her to read it to save my life even though all my readers that do know her, told her how amusing it was.
Having established this, we were at the salon together on Saturday chatting and getting our hair done. Our quick talk about my blog went like this:
My Sissy: Yeah, I read your blog on Smart Cars and now I just can't read anymore.
Me: What? Why?
Sissy: You typed "If your stupid Smart Car is broken down on the side of the road don't even ask me to help you."
Me: Yes, I did, and?
Sissy: Head shaking, eye rolling sigh. You are a freak.
Me: Look, everyone else finds me funny so if you don't read my blog, I'll write about you including your name and a giant picture.
Sissy: You do and I'll shut your shit down...I know how and don't think I won't do it.
Chills people, that little sweet sister of mine can be a little scary.
And, it's always scarier when the 'quiet ones' deliver a Soprano style threat. Needless to say I'll be calling her Wilma or Sissy from here on out. And if there ever is a picture of her on here, or her name mentioned, I hope you read it fast because something tells me, she would find a way to 'shut my shit down' quickly.
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