I realized this morning I’m sister-sick. It has been nearly two years since I last saw Monkey Girl, mostly because we are both busy. She and her husband married shortly after we did, and not long after they moved to the Big Bad Midwest, where they are both working on their doctorates. She studies primates.
This is her monkey:
I know I’m sister-sick because she keeps popping up repeatedly in my dreams. Interestingly, she’s almost never the age she is now. Usually Monkey Girl is a kid in my dreams, or at most a teenager, whereas I am my current age. So I think I’m going to do a sisters series this week. I have loads of good stories, and since I’m the one writing them, you know you’re getting the true version of events. Stay tuned for stories of murderous, vicious heathen children (we may have been girls, but we fought like animals).
In other news, I’m a winner. Yesterday I received a lovely prize from Misty at Misty’s Laws - thanks! And yes, Misty, vodka is totally healthy, just add olives and you have yourself a
shriveled up liver salad.