[ the meaning of love is... ]

This is how you know you love your older sister very much:
when she is sick you take a (painstaking) 15 minutes to
write her an insanely idiotic poem about boogers, Theraflu, and love.
 ~
Dearest Sister, I have written you this literary masterpiece in 

hopes of cheering your sick and snot-filled spirit.
(ahem)


I hope you feel better soon,
If you do not, you'll feel like a goon.

Your head is filled with snot,
And I assure you, hot this is not.

Although you are snotty and sick,
We all still love you, through thin and thick.

I encourage you to try Theraflu,
If you do not, you'll still feel like poo.

I hope feel better soon,
If you do not you'll feel like a loon.

For being sick is not fun,
And now my poem is all done.


If this has not successfully cheered your boogery spirit 

through and through, I will forever give up my career

in poetry. I sincerely hope this is not the case,

for (alas), the rest of the globe will suffer 

for your un-cheerful disposition.

xoxoxoxo, H

~

I can truly say, I am unashamed to write my big sister

awkward and weird poetry. Now that's love, people.   

[sisterly love]

Yesterday, like many days, I chatted with sister

on gChat off and on all day. And upon reviewing a 

few of our recent conversations, I realized that we

have our own little jibber-jabber language and say 

the most random things in conversation. For example:

Me: (In regards to the new auto-fill Google) 

Like ... "asian"brings up "asian carp" first off. 

Who cares about asian carp?

Amanda:  When I type in asian I get asian 

longhorned beetle.That's even less interesting 

than asian carp in my book. I wonder why they 

think I want to know about longhorned beetles?
...
This isn't even the worst of it. Believe me.

Me: One of our students is a Criminal Justice major
and she just did a paper on prison rape. She was all like
"oh you should read my paper ... it's super  interesting."
And I was all like "Maybe another time, "because,
frankly, I don't want to read about men raping each
other in public showers. Not my cup-o-tea, you know?
Amanda: Agreed.     Me: Seriously.
...
What the ... ?

I mean, it's not like we plan on having odd little topics
of conversation ... it just kind of happens. Hey, I know
it might seem a little weird, but don't judge! We're sisters.
But, my recent favorite little thing I've seen myself writing
to my big sister in an epileptic fit of epic proportions?

"I hope your separation anxiety gets better, 
my sweet little puppy sissy. xoxo."

Honestly, people. Where do we come up with this stuff?

Pixar short

This is the cutest Pixar short film yet:

(via my Big Sister)