But then again, who does? Unless it's something like a surprise party, we like to know things. Well, mostly. I don't usually care to know every detail about my family's life. Now, my younger sister, she's a total gossip girl at times. She wants to know things and she wants to tell people things. Badly. But bring up the word clean and suddenly she's out of your face for the day. Or any flaws she might be flaunting. (Usually her know-it-all act.) But sometimes she'll come out with something absolutely priceless.
(I bring up our neighbor.)
"Oh, him? I'm never going over to his house again. He made me crash my bike."
"Really."
"Into an oven." She adds cheerfully.
(My cousins look at each other in amusement and confusion.)
"Um, how?"
"Riding up a hill." She says it like it's perfectly reasonable method.
Yep, a conversation like that really happened. Maybe she wasn't trying to ride up the hill, but she definitely mentioned somehow riding into an oven. Our neighbors' have a lot of stuff in their backyard, most of it being car stuff. The dad's a mechanic. Kids aren't allowed to play back there, but the driveway leads a little ways towards the back, so the oven bit made more sense to me than anybody else.
But like all sister's her attitude will get to me sometimes. She has a thing for causing drama. She offers to cook breakfast--and does! But she won't clean up anything. That's my job.
See? I am ranting! I've gone off topic into some speech about my sister. Well, my sister's more interesting than how confused I was by the blogging thing and how new I am yadda, yadda, yadda. That's boring. Wow, it's late. I'll end it here.
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