Sibling Rivalry
It's been a great few days, and a draining few days, and I'm feeling actively repulsed at the idea of blogging, but APPARENTLY I'm supposed to push past the aversion and not just consider it nature's way of giving my readers a rest, so I thought I'd share a brief anecdote about Saturday, which was, no big deal, MY BIRTHDAY.
I was putting some finishing touches on the cupcakes for MY BIRTHDAY party, and the phone rang. I looked at the display and saw that it was my sister calling. I love my sister, and I consider us close, but we don't talk on the phone a whole lot - neither of us are big phone people. Every month or so we have a marathon session and then we leave it for a few weeks. And we'd just talked last week, so while I was picking up the phone I fleetingly thought "I wonder why she's calling", and then immediately, "OH, of course, she's calling because it's MY BIRTHDAY, and she's perfect and organized and competent and ALWAYS remembers everyone's birthday and calls them on the right day, whereas I tend to remember that it's someone's birthday in the middle of the preceding night, determine to call them, and then forget until the middle of the succeeding night, and I end up calling them seventeen days late and sending a present a whole season or two off. It's just who I am. So, I answer the phone, rolling my eyes, lovingly.
We talk for a while. We make some plans for when I bring Eve down to London this summer and her kids come back here. She tells me a story about her friend hitting a moose while driving on the highway late at night with her baby and elderly mother, and my sister having to go over to the house to wake up the drunk, sleep-deprived husband to go pick up his wife, except then he passes out and hits his head on the floor and she ends up having to take care of him while an estranged uncle goes to pick up the wife. Then I say something about cupcakes.
She says "what are you making cupcakes for?"
I say "my birthday party".
She doesn't say anything for a minute. Then she says. "Oh great. I just did that thing you always do, where you call someone ON their birthday but totally FORGET that it's their birthday." And she felt like an ass
Best. Birthday present. Ever.
(Although I like the bracelet too. Which she sent early. Bitch.)
I was putting some finishing touches on the cupcakes for MY BIRTHDAY party, and the phone rang. I looked at the display and saw that it was my sister calling. I love my sister, and I consider us close, but we don't talk on the phone a whole lot - neither of us are big phone people. Every month or so we have a marathon session and then we leave it for a few weeks. And we'd just talked last week, so while I was picking up the phone I fleetingly thought "I wonder why she's calling", and then immediately, "OH, of course, she's calling because it's MY BIRTHDAY, and she's perfect and organized and competent and ALWAYS remembers everyone's birthday and calls them on the right day, whereas I tend to remember that it's someone's birthday in the middle of the preceding night, determine to call them, and then forget until the middle of the succeeding night, and I end up calling them seventeen days late and sending a present a whole season or two off. It's just who I am. So, I answer the phone, rolling my eyes, lovingly.
We talk for a while. We make some plans for when I bring Eve down to London this summer and her kids come back here. She tells me a story about her friend hitting a moose while driving on the highway late at night with her baby and elderly mother, and my sister having to go over to the house to wake up the drunk, sleep-deprived husband to go pick up his wife, except then he passes out and hits his head on the floor and she ends up having to take care of him while an estranged uncle goes to pick up the wife. Then I say something about cupcakes.
She says "what are you making cupcakes for?"
I say "my birthday party".
She doesn't say anything for a minute. Then she says. "Oh great. I just did that thing you always do, where you call someone ON their birthday but totally FORGET that it's their birthday." And she felt like an ass
Best. Birthday present. Ever.
(Although I like the bracelet too. Which she sent early. Bitch.)
Comments
Also? HA! Best gift ever indeed.
We're only not twins because it's not my birthday too, otherwise for sure. Happy Birthday anyway!!