My older sister, Harmony (the short, spunky, sassy one) has gone a bit weirdy lately with her food choices. I don't remember the last time I went home and we had normal food. This weekend:
Me: Why have you gone weird? And how long is it going to last? I'm sick of waffles made with flax seed.
Harmony: With a name like Harmony it was going to happen sooner or later. Deal with it.
Me: Do we have any Otter Pops?
Harmony: No, do you want a spinach smoothie? It has fruit in it.
Me: Fruit and spinach? No thanks, I would like an Otter Pop.
Harmony: Let me make you a smoothie.
Derek: We have some Otter Pops in the freezer.
Harmony: No! Let me make you a smoothie.
Me: Noooo. Harm, Otter Pops are delicious, they make the world go 'round.
Harmony: Yeah, round.
Me: HA! That WAS funny! Very clever, good one.
Harmony: I know, I know. So let me make you a spinach smoothie.
Me: Nope, got an Otter Pop, I'm gonna go eat it with Kona.Little sister, Hali (the long-haired exotic-looking one), was also home this weekend. I wanted to watch Swamp People (a story for another day), Harmony wanted to reupholster a couch, Derek wanted to do...something (probably a nerdy computer game), and Hali...well...
Hali: Coooooome outside and sit with me!
Harmony: How 'bout we do my couch!
Derek: Neither of those sound fun.
Hali: Buuuuuut it's nice outside. Anana, come outside with me.
Me: Meh...I want to cuddle with The Kona and watch Swamp People.
...a few minutes passed, Hali disappeared and the rest of us went about what we were previously doing.
Harmony: Where is Hali?
Me: I dunno...
...I went to the front room and looked out the window...
And the reason I love my family? After sitting outside and talking for a while, Harmony did make us weird smoothies (which I fed to Kona), I helped her reupholster her couch, and then we watched Swamp People all together! Swamp People has become a recent obsession which I will explain in further detail at a later date.
The rest of the weekend was spent helping out in the yard and garden at G-Ma Oka's where I skillfully pruned her bonsai trees into practically perfect spheres. I wielded that electric pruner with great talent. Unfortunately, Grandma is getting up there in years and is no longer able to come outside. Such a shame that she was not there to kibitz that I missed a spot here or there like tradition holds. Or to tell me how lucky I am to have the miracle of electricity, because years ago she did this by hand with naught but some hand sheers.