So, I spent this weekend with my mom and sister. Generally, when I am with them, my mother’s insanity kind of outshines my sister’s. However, spending time in my sister’s condo you really get familiar with her various neuroses. My sister and I are very much the same in some ways, but we are very different in others. For example, I wake up in the morning in a good mood. My sister is the most miserable grump on earth when she wakes up. At night, if it is late and I am tired, I get really pissy. My sister could have been deprived sleep for three days and she will still be happy to start a card tournament at 2:00am.

She has one issue that really highlights the difference between the two of us. She gets angry that I don’t wear pants while sleeping. Now, I already compromise a lot when I am at her house by wearing a nightdress to sleep in. However, it only goes to mid thigh and it really bothers my sister that it creeps up at night. God forbid my pantied ass touches her sheets. This particular obsession is really strange to me. I am the kind of person who will live for years without curtains and walk around in a t-shirt and no pants. I don’t care to look presentable while sleeping (generally, I sleep naked, I think people who wear pajamas are repressed). I certainly don’t care how she looks like while sleeping. She happened to catch a glimpse of my under ware on Saturday night at 3:00am. Her 10-minute grumbling soliloquy about the visibility of my under ware woke me up. Could you imagine what it would be like to live with this woman? You’d have to be covered from head to toe at all times, even when you are alone, in your own bed, asleep and in another room.
- posted by Debbie @ 1:31 PM