Because I have nothing else for you until poo starts to explosively shoot out of my butt this evening (and, oh yes, I will be blogging from the toilet), please enjoy a text conversation I had with my Sissy last night as I sat around waiting for a wedding to end.
Sissy: Watcha doin 2morrow?
Me: Starving myself and shooting poo out my ass. You?
Sissy: Oh, yeah. Sorry to be missing out on *that* parade!
Me: You could come down and watch! Front row seats! Bring your face shield and nose plugs.
Sissy: I was gonna say I could be your right hand man. Ew, I even gross myself out.
Me: Luckily for you, my right hand does all the wiping. PS: It’s colder than my vagina outside. Brrr!
Sissy: I’ll trust you on that vag temp. Call me later or 2morrow when u r on the crapper.
Ahh, the sweet words of love from one sister to another.
I ::heart:: my Sissy.
Song title: A Text Message To The So-Called Emperor by Project 86
10:12 am on July 13th, 2009
I ::heart:: you too!
3:20 pm on July 15th, 2009
Awww, I wish I had a sister.