My crazy fifteen-year-old sister swung by my house last weekend.
While I was busy painting my bathroom, she got a hold of my laptop and some internet webcam doovy-uppy-thing. From that point on, I wasn’t able to contain the weirdness bouncing around my house.
There’s something to be said about crazy sisters.
I am, of course, nothing like her.
People have always said I’m the sane one of my family.
The general consensus is there’s nothing at all weird about me.
Any questionable behaviour in the family gene pool, skipped me and went straight to my younger siblings.
As for my gene pool, every one of my brain cells is accounted for.
If I was to give out any advice on younger sibs, it would be to keep an eye on them.
Especially when they start playing around with webcam doovy-uppy-things.
If you don’t, in no time at all they’ll super-impose you into photos you would never posed for.
And people might get the wrong impression about you.
But if you acquire the knack of cleverly defending your sanity against your family’s craziness…
Well then getting along with weird sisters is a piece of cake.
xx The Girl in Trousers