Rambling, about me

Of the three Quill Sisters, I am, admittedly, the most self centered.  Except for the month of August.  That month belongs to Amylynn because of her birthday.  Amylynn does not celebrate her birthDAY, she celebrates her birthMONTH – and we let her.  Kelli is the the easiest sister to deal with because she goes out of her way to mind her own business.  Unless, someone needs to have their business minded, then, Kelli is definitely NOT the sister you want to rile up.  Trust me on this. 

Anyway, this post is about me.  No, really, it is. I might have gone off on a wild tangent, but I’m back now. 

All of you know that Amylynn and I work together.  We spend 8 to 9 hours a day entertaining each other.  If we didn’t, I’m certain that neither of us would ever show up to work again.  Today, Amylynn had to leave work mid-morning because Sassy wasn’t feeling well.  I cried as I watched her leave me – a l l  a l o n e, alone!  At work!  Without her – the horror, the suffering!  How was I to endure?  What about lunch?  Who would drive me?  The inhumanity of it all nearly crushed my spirit to a level I’ve never experienced before.

Okay, that might be a tad dramatic but it was a bad moment for me. 

At about 12:30 I decided it was lunch time.  This presented a dilemma – should I drive somewhere or walk to the subway shop near our office?  We live in the desert and it’s about 150 degrees today so I thought it prudent to drive somewhere.  Prudent in that it was too hot to walk, not prudent because I’m a bad driver.  If I have to make a left without a traffic light – well, it’s never good.  The last time I drove Amylynn and made a left, she cried.  Real tears.  I thought it was from laughing but she insists it was from pure terror.  She hardly ever let’s me drive – so, that plan worked.

Anyway, I went to one of those yogurt stores where you get your own yogurt from a selection of about 300 different flavors and then you get to put your own toppings on.  As far as I’m concerned, the yogurt is only there so you don’t look stupid eating just toppings.  The yogurt/toppings are 39 cents an ounce.  Mine was 15.9 ounces.  Apparently, that’s a lot because the cashier asked me if I was dining alone.  I assured her that I was sharing.  “Half is for my sister,” I said, tearing up.  She looked confused because I was by myself.  

After paying, I went outside to sit in the 250 degree heat.  I cried into my yogurt and called it “Amylynn” so that people would feel sorry for me instead of being disgusted by my eating enough frozen yogurt for a family of four.  A lady with extremely red (read: extremely fake red) hair wanted to know what the problem was.  I explained that my sister had left me to eat lunch alone – alone!   I cried harder and she almost fell down tripping over her own feet trying to get away from me.   “You don’t understand!” I shouted.  “I do understand,” she said.  “You’re nuts!”

True enough.  And self centered.