
And I'm not talking about the flower, but the sleek, crazy handling car from across the Atlantic. Elise is our new kitten and she's a riot. Shelby, our other, now more adult cat didn't like her on first site. But now he is open to the idea of a furry object he can chase and pounce on at will. Its funny when I think of it, but we have to monitor their playtime because they are like children on the playground. They will keep going after each other until you seperate them or they draw blood.
Actually a better flashback would be the way my sister and I fought when we were younger. I love my sister now but if you were to ask her about our childhood trauma, I guarantee she'll bring up the remote incident. Like many siblings we argued and hated each other just because the opportunity was there. During the summer breaks from school we spent an obscene amount of hours around the house doing nothing but aggrivating each other. My mom worked days at the hospital, leaving us alone to hang out with the neighborhood kids watching TV in our living room. So the story goes, we were home alone during the summer. I believe the argument started on what show on TV we should waste the next hour of our lives with. Then the screaming insued, followed by profanity and death threats. Don't worry all this is well within the normal interaction of brothers and sisters. It ends up I threw the remote control at her while she was leaving the room and it made contact with the back of her head. She swares she lost consciousness and I'm not too sure, but it could have happened. But even after that much nonsense during our adolescent years we have grown past that. We still have disagreements, but that is all still covered by the bonds of siblings.
So I am looking forward to the day when Shelby and Elise sit down in front of the window and talk about the good old days. When they would laugh and chase each other off the couches and through the kitchen. Around the bathroom, over the garbage can and under the coffee table. You get the idea.
dude, that made me remember this one time kayleen and i had it out over how to make scalloped potatoes. it went through the screaming and cursing and escalated all the way to a seriously deadly pot-holder battle. i know they seem passive, but when weilded properly those potholders can do some damage (has kayleen ever shown you her glass eye).
Posted by: Ross at February 12, 2004 11:51 AM
Yikes.
My little sister and I never really had anything like that. Atleast that I can remember. But I do remember when she was at that age where she was JUST beginning to walk - being four years older then her - I gave her some help forward with a left kick to the rear. Thanks to me she was on the floor after every other step (think of Lisa Simpson - I suppose I would be Bart).
Posted by: eShinn at February 14, 2004 11:13 AM
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