I was scrolling along, reading your post, planning on letting you know I enjoyed it, when I read this line;
“ …last year I called my sister (high priestess of common sense) …”
I thought you might like to hear a humorous , and totally opposite version of a ‘sister conversation’. Same topic but the antithesis of your sister. Living a considerable distance from each other, our relationship mostly consists of telephone conversations. Here is an average scenario; if she calls me and says, “ I want to FaceTime, you never want to ( I hate the staring into the phone and looking at each other when the conversation borders on the verge of sheer boredom ) , I know she just indulged herself with Botox and lip injections. She feels it is a necessity, her income states otherwise. I agreed once , a month ago. FaceTime on, she’s looking up at the ceiling and I , am looking up her nostrils. Yup, all botoxed up and no place to go. Here’s the thing; When cornered, she totally denied having anything done. “Who me? I would never…”
me; “ oh come on, you most definitely had lip injections”.
Denied. Angry.
You are correct, the lip injections look nasty.
Sisters, loved unconditionally. We get older, but the dynamics stay the same. Glad your sis is the ‘voice of reason’. Thanks for the fun. Oh, and I loved the ‘Thou shalt’ ....section.
My take on family is that it really goes south when I corner them. It really goes to hell when they corner me. So, yes, in some instances staring up the nostrils of our loved ones and not saying anything about how they need a nose hair trim is as much as you can do. But I have to agree that FaceTime is a tool made by minions of Satan 🫣. Thank you for reading my commandments.
I was scrolling along, reading your post, planning on letting you know I enjoyed it, when I read this line;
“ …last year I called my sister (high priestess of common sense) …”
I thought you might like to hear a humorous , and totally opposite version of a ‘sister conversation’. Same topic but the antithesis of your sister. Living a considerable distance from each other, our relationship mostly consists of telephone conversations. Here is an average scenario; if she calls me and says, “ I want to FaceTime, you never want to ( I hate the staring into the phone and looking at each other when the conversation borders on the verge of sheer boredom ) , I know she just indulged herself with Botox and lip injections. She feels it is a necessity, her income states otherwise. I agreed once , a month ago. FaceTime on, she’s looking up at the ceiling and I , am looking up her nostrils. Yup, all botoxed up and no place to go. Here’s the thing; When cornered, she totally denied having anything done. “Who me? I would never…”
me; “ oh come on, you most definitely had lip injections”.
Denied. Angry.
You are correct, the lip injections look nasty.
Sisters, loved unconditionally. We get older, but the dynamics stay the same. Glad your sis is the ‘voice of reason’. Thanks for the fun. Oh, and I loved the ‘Thou shalt’ ....section.
My take on family is that it really goes south when I corner them. It really goes to hell when they corner me. So, yes, in some instances staring up the nostrils of our loved ones and not saying anything about how they need a nose hair trim is as much as you can do. But I have to agree that FaceTime is a tool made by minions of Satan 🫣. Thank you for reading my commandments.
STANDING OVATION, both to the perspective, as well as your great skill as a writer.
Wow Lindsay! I’m honored and humbled. Thank you.