Yellow Dog, you are no wolf. No...
Me: Sometimes I look at Yellow Dog and think, “Why can’t you be a wolf?” And I cry a little to myself because I know she’d never howl at the moon just for the hell of it or take down an elk or anything cool like that. *sigh*
Sister: Why would you want her to be a wolf?
Me: Because wondering whether or not she's thinking about eating me would keep me on my toes. DUH!
Sister: I think she thinks about eating all the time....
Me: Not people, though. Okay, so maybe I’m not all the way invested in Yellow Dog being a wolf. She could be a Tyrannosaurus. Or a polar bear. Or a jaguar. The point is, she doesn’t give me a reason to run - other than being pulled by her – because I’m fat and fat people only run in fear.
Sister: Or if there’s a sale on funnel cakes…
May 22nd
In which my sister and I blame God for...
Sister: Stupid Eve...
Me: Um, what?
Sister: Stupid Eve. It's her fault girls have periods.
Me: Oh, really?
Sister: Yeah, she just HAD to have an apple...
Me: But think about it this way, why would God do that? I mean, how is that a normal punishment? "Dude, not cool. For that... uhh... how about... BAM... bleeding from your vagina! HA!"
Sister: Good point. Dammit, God... WHO DOES THAT?!
May 17th