Because I really need to go to bed, I'm gonna blog.
I called my sister Miss today, cause I was feeling a little down, and thought, "Oh No! She'll hear my voice and know something isn't right and say 'what.' and then I'll just yada yada all about me and she'll worry." So I had a new thought "I'll see if I can call her and be cheerful, and see if she notices. If she doesn't then I can be so proud of myself for acting so well!"
So I call her, and am all cheerful, and she doesn't say "What." Now believe it or not, that's pretty dadgum amazing.
So I ask about her and the kids and before I realize it, I'm whining and complaining. Then I'm laughing because I thought I could call her and not try to get a little sympathy! Ha! That's a great joke!
So we chatted a bit and came up with some fantastic resolutions for the new year:
"Eat more sugar"
"Catch up on my TV watching time"
"Eat out more"
"Carbo-load every day, and balance those carbs with some butter (gotta have the dairy!)"
This all from the woman who spends over17 hours a week teaching aerobics classes. And from the other woman who spends all those hours and more sitting on her butt.
We spent a considerable amount of time giggling and then seriously justifying these resolutions.
Then I told her what I had thought when I called her. She started laughing. She quoted me:
"Missy! I have Chicken Pox!!!"
Here's the story.
Missy was on her senior trip to Disney World. I was 8 years old. I contracted Chicken Pox while she was gone.
Now read into this.
Mom and Dad wouldn't let anyone tell her that I had Chicken Pox.
Today she said "Like what was I gonna do? I was 18! Jump on a plane and come straight home?" Then we both chuckled and said "well, maybe!"
We both have a very distinct visual image of the moment she returned home. She of me bursting out of the house, dying to tell my most sympathetic listener who I had been held back from and finally shouting out "Missy! I have Chicken Pox" (she said she was sure I had slathered on some extra calamine to make me look more pathetic.)
I carry the image of her dear face with intense love and sympathy, mingled with laughter and surprise at my outrageous appearance. I was so happy to see her I cried. And she brought me a Mickey Mouse Shirt.
I think one of the greatest gifts my family gives me is finding myself laughed at and loved all at the same time.