Today- My sis and I in Charleston, SC
Oh, good times reminiscing with my sister on the beach about how that one time she called 911 five years ago and saved me from drowning in the ocean and how the helicopter saved me, and about my mom and how she was a beautiful woman before addiction took her from my life, and about our times as innocent kids playing together, and about school and love and life.
Oh how drunken beach convos bring about the best and worst memories.
Wow. So my sister who lives down here just said she was going to take my nephew for a run to wear off his energy. I asked if I can go. She said, “well, we are going for a “run” run (meaning a real run) and I don’t know if you can keep up.”
Wow. Shocked not only because I’ve ran races and I could keep up with her, but more shocked because wasn’t that rude as hell?
I’m not going to bring it up to her, especially because we don’t get to see each other often. That comment just really rubbed me the wrong way.