A Synopsis of Us

I've grown up with my sister, and because we are pretty close, I figured I knew just about everything there is to know about her. I discovered an error in my figuring...

Last night I was lounging comfortably on our love seat with my computer resting on my lap when my sister, Rachel, came into the living room with a pair of pants. Later I realized that she was sewing! I told her, "I didn't know you could sew!"

"I didn't take two years of home ec for nothing," she said.

The stitching had detached near the crotch area, resulting in her looking like her fly was open all the time. She was right to business--taking care of things as usual.

She's the mother of our household, you know. She is the caregiver to my roommate, Dana, and I, and we're not ashamed to admit it.

She cooks our meals, attempts to keep us under control, and when she's not busy tending to us, she's in her room, on her dresser and on her bed, hammering with a push pin in her mouth.

This is where Dana comes in. Dana makes sure we are safe. A push pin in Rachel's mouth?! That won't do! Rachel reaching across a hot gas burner?! We can't have that. (As you can tell, Rachel needs someone like Dana around.)

Dana is the source of hilarity at our apartment. She keeps us going and laughing and enjoying ourselves. She's great; I love her.

My role? I just sit back and take it all in, and every once in a while, I cause some ruckus of my own.