Don't know why, but my friend's blog inspires me to write sometimes. She is very witty. Find her at www.malleablesynthesist.blogspot.com. Here is a comment I left there:
Here is my childhood snow story (well, my favorite anyway): After a very big snow storm - the storm of '78, I believe - the build up on the pine trees was such that they were bending and threatening to break under the heavy weight of the wet snow. We lived just east of Lake Michigan and often had "lake effect", or "very-wet-heavy-snow". So my sister and I were set to the task of knocking the snow off the pine trees with brooms. She took the higher parts and I took the lower parts, an obvious assignment as she is 7 1/2 years older than me and much taller (even to this day). Our method was for she and I to go along the trees together, with her reaching over me and the snow falling on my head, sometimes knocking me down. The true reason for the necessity of this method is only apparent to me now. We could have moved along in turns, avoiding the avalanche. My sister, at times, has a sinsiter way of entertaining herself.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
My Sinister
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Learned from the best...Vern Hugh.
Annie
The evil big sister in me knew that post would lure you out of lurkdom, muahahaha! :D
You snow kids are tuff! Wet snow sounds like it would HURT.
Here's my evil story from the other side of the sibling coin. I'm the oldest of 4. When my little sister and I were kids, we shared a bed. Sometimes I would terrify her by suspending my bony fingers above her little face and forming them into an evil claw.
I also spoke frequently of mummies, to her great distress, and had a book with a large photo of an Egyptian mummy, which I would open to the page and spring on her when she was vulnerable and alone.
Sarah STILL reminds me of these things, lolll. So, so evil. Don't even ask what I did to my youngest brother. (Hint: involved his great fear of wall-mounted heating vents)
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