I figured something out while not sleeping last night. It’s pretty cheesy and makes me want to vomit little pink hearts, but I can’t help it.
Happiness (and a heavy dose of love) =
– Three and five hour games of Monopoly played only 12 hours apart.
– Watching ridiculous reality television, laughing out loud, and helping each other after we fall off the couch from laughing so hard.
– Getting wine-drunk, staying up late, and being completely honest about absolutely everything.
– Cheek kisses, nose kisses, forehead kisses and shoulder kisses.
– Sharing a code language.
On a totally unrelated note, my sister is about to turn into a teenager and that is more than a little frightening. Things like that are just no supposed to happen. In fact, sisters should stay eight. Seriously. Eight is good, thirteen is bad. From what I remember about thirteen, it had something to do with boys, hating middle school, angsty poetry, and bad hair. Here’s hoping my sister fares better than I did through the maze of thirteen.