I generally talk to Sis at least once a day. Usually it's nothing very deep, just something funny that one or the other might have noticed and we know that we're the only ones that could possibly find it funny. Because we're like that, you know. Our 'men folk' roll their eyes at us. A lot.

We also pass along dumb email during the day that makes us laugh. Or, if we can't talk on the phone for whatever reason, we'll email back and forth. We exchange at least two email messages a day in addition to the phone calls. Yeah, we pretty much stalk each other.

Let's just say we're in constant communication.

The last time I heard from Sis was Christmas night. She regaled me with stories of how our mother once again made everyone miserable for the holidays. Good times.

Yesterday I was pretty much in a day-after-Christmas coma and didn't really notice that we hadn't talked or exchanged email. No big deal, there have been a few times in our lives that we've gone more than a day. Not often, but it's happened.

Today I rang her cellphone at the decent hour of 10:30 a.m. and sang a song to her voicemail in my best opera-cowardly-lion voice. I also asked her a question. That is a guarantee that I'll get a call back immediately, unless she's at the movie or something. Nada. No call.

I forwarded a couple of funny emails. No reply.

I called again at 2:30 p.m. and noted that just like the time I called at 10:30, her phone went immediately to voicemail. Since she doesn't have a land line, her phone is NEVER off. Not even when she's at work (which she's not, by the way. She's off work this week.)

Of course this leads me to believe that Sis is either tied up with duct tape and being held hostage, or she's laying in a ditch somewhere. I have now given myself a whopping headache from grinding my teeth together due to worrying all day.

So, what I want to know is, why is it that I do this to myself? It's probably nothing. Although unlikely that she'd go without telling me, maybe she went to see her sig other's kids with him and her cellphone doesn't have reception or something. Yeah, that's the story that I'm going to try to stick to.

Because if something did ever happen to my sister, I'd be lost. Seriously lost.

The Thursday before Christmas was a lot of fun. After work, BJ, his mom and I wandered around downtown and went Christmas shopping for ourselves. This is a tradition that BJ and his mom started before I was in the picture. A tradition that I happened to really enjoy. I got hubby two new pairs of shoes and hubby got me a pair of emerald drop earrings (they're fabulous, by the way).

BJ's mom then treated us to a night at a swanky hotel downtown, and we treated her to dinner at a swanky restaurant. The food, the wine and the conversation was great. After dinner, we decided that we'd continue spending time together back at the hotel after getting comfie in jammies and robes that were provided by the hotel.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw hubby in his white robe and black socks. I teased him mercilessly, as I am prone to do. I tell him he looks like a little old man every time he wears black socks with anything other than pants.

Case in Point:

Then came the knock on the door. It was mom.

As soon as she walked in the door, I was on the floor laughing. They both just looked at each other like, "what?" I'm sure that Mom was wondering what her son's wife thought was so darned funny. I'm sure she wonders that a lot.

Check out the feet....

I just wanted to take a moment and wish all my blogging friends a safe and happy holiday. I'll be busy preparing for, then entertaining family through tomorrow afternoon.

I have some great stuff to blog about, just no time to do it!

I hope you have a wonderful holiday with at least one person that you love.

~Hugs~

RisibleGirl

Lifted from House of Snark

People who know me will SO find a particular part of this funny....

You Were Nice This Year!

You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list. You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year. Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good. Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?

I am a people watcher by nature, and so while waiting for my train to depart I tend to watch all the people as they get on and take their seats. Not in the lurking stalking kind of way, mind you. Really, I'm quite stealth about the whole thing.

I saw one gal get on last night that looked like death. Her hair looked as though she'd been sweating all day and her face was really pale in some parts, and really red in other parts. Clearly, the woman was sick and I was happy to see her go up to the next level to find a seat.

From that point on, I could hear her hacking all the way from the next level. It was a nasty cough too... the kind that makes me visualize all of the cough particles floating around in slow motion right into my lungs. For the hour trip home, I was imagining what all of the passengers around her were thinking. It would be impossible for them to find a different seat, really. The train is always packed to capacity. But in my head, there were several empty seats and rows around her. A big germ bubble, so to speak.

As we got off the train, I wanted to say, "Lady- go home and get some rest." "Oh, and stay off of public transportation with those germs of yours."

Yuck.