Sisters

There is a species of living creatures that dwells right in my home. These creatures are known for sneaking into your room and rummaging through your stuff to steal anything that catches their eye – like magpies. These creatures are also known for telling your father your deepest darkest secrets simply to spite you. They will hurt you to get back at you. They are, in a nutshell; Mean; Cruel; Deceiving; Jerks. They roam in solitude and in packs of two.

These creatures are known as…sisters.

Allow me to demonstrate the perfidy of these creatures…

Those of you who have grown up without sisters will not know how to relate to this dilemma of having sisters. Two sisters. Two creatures – although that is a slander. The reason why my two sisters cannot be said to be close to the animal kingdom is because the animal kingdom would get up and walk away.

Running the risk of sounding really emotional and soppy, I think the appropriate word should be, I have to say that it\’s cool to have sisters. Sometimes. It was the three of us and Dad – united against Fatherhood. LoL. Sometimes. Because when the time comes to assign blame, they will willingly sell each other out.

I, of course, stay aloof of such antics.

And the fights we have are simply…amazing. Hair pulling, screaming, yelling, pinching, kicking, slapping (oh yes), crying – I\’m 19, she\’s 20 and the other she is 17 and we still fight. These are b1+che5 who will steal your underwear and clothes and shoes and jewellery. They are pure…evil. Well, not evil in the sense that Hitler was evil. But evil in the sense that the rat that has just made a mess in your kitchen is evil – it\’s in their nature; and they are naturally ratty.

So behold – the three \’Bratz\’, as Dad so fondly calls us ever since the \’Bratz\’ dolls came out. This is the same man who will, to humiliate you, sing and CONTINUE singing \’Disco Stick\’ even when he knows what it means. Picture has been edited to protect the guilty.

2 comments May 11, 2009