Sir D and I were sitting in our living room watching the 9:00 news a few nights ago, minding our own business, when who should pop up on my television screen?
My very own sister.
Because I am terribly eloquent and have an innate talent for stating the obvious, I said to Sir D, “Hay! There’s my sister!”
It’s weird to be closely related to such talent. She’s also the Fireman in the Barney: Let’s go to the Firehouse video if you want to check it out.
This is not the first time that has happened either. I saw her on the TV in a gas station in the middle of nowhere South Texas on vacation once. I just stood there staring at the TV. They guy behind the counter said “um, can I help you?”
I looked at him and said “that is my sister” he smiled warily and took my money and handed me my coke zero.
My sister and I look nothing alike, and well, I think he thought I was nuts.
It’s like being related to Waldo of ‘Where’s Waldo’ fame. You never know where she’ll pop up.
It’s funny that we’re sisters and yet so different. She likes acting and being on stage. Me? I think I’d rather chew my arm off.
I’ll stick to my writing thankyouverymuch. And I’ll only do it if no one is watching.