My sisters are in Houston. Every three months, Kelly flies to MDAnderson for her regularly scheduled poking, prodding and face-to-face with her doctors. This includes visiting with Dr. McDreamy. Ok, that's not his real name but it's what my two idiot sisters call the brain surgeon who got up close and personal with Kelly's gray matter. Now, I am not saying the guy isn’t pleasant to look at…and charming….and funny…..and, well you get the picture. What I am saying is this: My sisters are old enough to be his older sisters, or aunts or one-time babysitters. They are old. I’m talking wrinkles and gray hair under all that dye. Please, you two. STOP ALREADY!
The truth is, I may be bringing up their ridiculous, giggling teenage girl behavior because I am a bit jealous. Not of them seeing McDreamy but that they are there together and I am not there with them. I guarantee they are acting stupid, laughing at everything and everybody. Insults are flying between them like plates at a Greek wedding, then they are laughing like mentally defective hyenas all night when they should be sleeping. And they are talking. They are talking about me because I am not there just like I am talking about them right now because they are not here. Yeah, I am jealous because they are together and I wish I was there.
I always went with them. I never missed. Ever. Until this last year. Things changed and life happened and my two evil sisters started going to Houston without me. Ok, it was my choice to stop going and Kelly punctuated that decision with her agreement that she didn’t need me there. Oh really? Well, fine. I don’t care. I didn’t want to go anyway. It’s too embarrassing to be seen with two old, wrinkly, dyed hair bats that giggle over Dr. Doogie Howser. That’s right! I called McDreamy, Doogie!
Besides, I still remember the last time the three of us were at MDA together. The two “intelligent” ones conversations were too deep for a moron like me.
Queen Kelly: “I mean it! You need to listen to me.”
Old Gal: “No I don’t. I’m the big sister.”
Queen Kelly: “Yes, you do too! A, I’m the boss and two, you’re not.”
Of course, being a moron, I always found these deeply philosophical debates hysterical which irritated the fire out of Old Gal, who would then make comments such as, “ ....and YOU better not blog this!” I believe this was followed by something about me being a “blogging wench” or some such thing.
Yeah, I am jealous. Old bats!