Hideous on the Outside AND the Inside

I just got off the phone with my older sister. She's only a year and a half older than me, and we get along like peanut butter and jelly. She is the mack mammy, and totally on the hizzle. yo dizzle.

So, I was thinking of some of the fun times my sister and I have had together and I came upon such a memory that probably shouldn't be shared, but I will anyway because I feel like it.

My sister and I used to go into the bathroom, shut the door, stand next to one another and turn to the mirror. When we were ready, we would start making the most hideous faces we could think of. HID-E-OUS. We would laugh hysterically at ourselves and make another face. Sometimes a face would be so bad we'd tell each other: "You should never make that face again. That one was really bad." Because we looked out for each other like that.

Good times we had. Good times...Like when my cousin moved in with my grandparents next door, we were just kids at the time. We would tell her that we were professional tap dancers and would tap dance everywhere we went. We played lots of fun little jokes on this cousin (she's about a year younger than me). Oh, like when body glitter was all the rage, we would mark our arms up and say that fairies bit us. Or my sister would talk in different accents and say it was her real voice, and the cousin would say "Stop that, talk in your REAL voice!" and my sister would change to a different accent and say that that really WAS her REAL voice!! hahahaha

Aaaaaahhhhhh, good times.

Although I feel like I should tell you something. Something about that cousin. I would hate to not be honest with you. Well... that cousin is.....well, um.... slightly handicapped...(hanging head in shame). Before you light the torches and bring out the pitchforks, let me explain. I said slightly, as in she isn't declared by the state as handicapped, but she isn't completely "normal" like you and me. She's very smart and intelligent and a great girl. The thing is, that this cousin LOVES attention, LOVES it. So we knew when we were teasing her like that, that she knew we were teasing and that she loved the game of it all. So really, we were good kids. GOOD. I promise.

Either that or we're totally going to hell.

Now go in the bathroom and smoosh up your face in awful poses and get a good laugh okay? Then come back and tell me about some of your sibling memories. :)

(Hey sis, sorry to sort of throw you under the bus there. You know I think you're awesome. Although, maybe I sort of blame you if I go to hell.... hee hee. Kidding.)