Just the Facts #20

 “A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” (Pam Brown)

Hello, my lovely friends!

      

    It's another Friday Funday, and you know what that means—time for some more fun! Last week, I chatted all about my sister, and when she read it, she hilariously reminded me of even more antics we got up to that I'd completely forgotten! So, get ready for Part Two of the sister chronicles!

 

1.  When my sister rolled in from college for the summer, our late-night adventures truly began! A few times a week, as the clock struck midnight, we'd embark on our glorious quest for Taco Bell. We'd haul our haul back to the living room, ready to dive into marathon gab sessions that covered absolutely everything under the sun. It was pure bliss. And who was the unsung hero of these nocturnal feasts? My dad, of course! He practically cheered for our leftover tacos, knowing he had a delicious breakfast waiting for him in the morning.

 

2.  My sister and I were absolutely obsessed with Grease! Seriously, we practically had a fan club of two. Our dad's friend at work was our unwitting benefactor, lending us his VHS copy "here and there." "Here and there" quickly turned into "all the time," and bless his heart, for Christmas, he finally just gifted us the tape. From then on, our living room transformed into Rydell High. We didn't just watch Grease, we performed Grease, knowing every single line, every single shimmy, every single "Tell me about it, Stud!" To this day, I'm pretty sure I could nail a solo performance of the entire movie, word for word. It's ingrained in my soul!

 

3.  My sister, bless her entrepreneurial heart, decided our quiet little neighborhood needed a jolt of excitement. Her solution? A block-wide talent show! Before I knew it, she'd strong-armed every kid on the street into participating. And me? Oh, I was about eight, and somehow, she convinced me that the world was clamoring for my soulful rendition of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.' Meanwhile, she belted out her own number, undoubtedly stealing the show. The best part? She charged a quarter admission! Seriously, the entire block showed up, clutching their coins, ready to witness our glorious (and slightly chaotic) spectacle.

 

4.  Oh man, my sister was truly a saint! She had to haul me and my BFF to all our wrestling events and concerts. Picture this: she's stuck at a New Kids on the Block concert, absolutely drowning in a sea of screaming teens, and then, as if that wasn't enough, I even managed to drag her to a Mötley Crüe show way back when. What a trooper!

 

5.  When my sister was in college, she had this majestic feline named Tattinger. We all wondered how he'd handle the arrival of a tiny human, specifically my nephew Cuinn. The answer? Not well. Tat viewed Cuinn as an intruder, a tiny, squawking nuisance worthy of hisses and the occasional, well-aimed paw-swat. Clearly, my sister's house wasn't big enough for the both of them, so Tat (who already tolerated my own cat) graciously decided to adopt me instead.

 

6.  My sister always got a serious case of Olympic fever! Every time the Games rolled around, she'd transform into a pint-sized, self-proclaimed athlete. One minute she was Nadia Comăneci, attempting gravity-defying (and often gravity-losing) gymnastics moves, and the next she was channeling her inner Dorothy Hamill, complete with the iconic wedge haircut. I'll never forget the time we were roller skating in the basement. Inspired by Dorothy, she attempted some majestic ice-skating jump, only to come crashing down in a heap. Her athletic dreams (and her leg) were bruised, but her spirit remained undeterred... at least until the next Olympics!

 

 So glad you stopped by! Wishing you the coziest morning/afternoon/evening ahead. Can't wait for our paths to cross again!