on birthday presence

and fighting cats

It was my sisters’ birthday the other night.

Currently, our combined age is 100 years old.

That’s a bit odd.

She came over and she took me to the grocery store.

What a treat eh?

For her birthday, I purchased her exactly four hundred grams of bulk candy. It may have cost four dollars and fifty six cents.

I’m a big spender eh?

She’s used to it.

There have been times when I’ve been terrible at earning a living.

Then?

There have been times that I’ve been much worse.

In our childhood, she wanted me to love and approve of her.

When she was first born, I was so proud to tell everyone about my little sister.

And then?

Well then there were the times I was an utter prick to her. Like unforgivably mean.

I’d blame myself but this is what happens when your parents leave you in charge of a defiant monkey.

Well.

She didn’t then and doesn’t now have a tail.

Thought the whole ‘defiant’ thing?

She doesn’t have to be that.

Instead?

She’s in charge a lot of the time.

And?

She does a really great job of it.

There are times t…