Wednesday's with Katie

I had plans for tonight. Catching up on some reading... starting to price my yard sale items... washing clothes... It's amazing how during the week I ALWAYS have big plans, but as soon as my behind touches the couch, absolutely nothing gets done. Maybe I should stop being so surprised about my foiled plans. Let's face it: my couch is secretly evil and it has plans to take over (my) world.

Monday and Tuesday's are something straight up serious and leave me dragging by Wednesday. I have been ridiculously tired all day today. At one point, I closed my eyes and did not move for 3 minutes. I knew if I just kept them closed a minute or two longer I would be OUT.
On the bright side, tomorrow is Thursday (whoop whoop!) and Thursday and Friday are pretty good days.

Okay, I feel like sharing another sibling story tonight.
I really wanted to share this one particular story, but I have to speak with my sister and get clearance to tell it - it's embarrassing to both of us. While I don't always mind embarrassing myself via world wide web, I'm sure my sister may have opinions of her own.

There was a sign that I saw on Pinterest that said "I don't remember if I'm the good sister or the evil one." Well, I remember. I'm the good one. I have been telling people for years - and yet no one believes me in the slightest.
Oh which evil sister story do I tell first???
How about this one...
I guess this one was back when I was around 10 and Katie was 8... We had two new puppies. One was super calm and gentle. (Only problem with him was the fact that he would get car sick. That drool was no joke.) The calm one we named Pete. He had a sister - we named her Dot. Dot was NOT calm. Dot was WILD. She also liked to scratch.
Well, for a few years something freaky happened and my sister decided to start waking up before me. What's an evil 8 year old supposed to do at the butt crack of dawn? Why grab the crazy puppy and a flashlight and go wake up her sister! She first would shine the flashlight directly into my eyes. When I would roll away and bury my head in the covers, she would stick Dot up under the covers too! I promise, little claws wake you up really quickly. She would then run to the living room where of course I could not retaliate in front of the parentals.
The worst part of the story? They thought it was FUNNY. (You wanna talk about wrong? That was so wrong...) I believe my dear old Dad told me I should just wake up earlier.
Bright side of the story: That whole waking up before me phase did not last long. The parents didn't fuss when I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine... and while I live hours away, I take every chance that presents itself.

Now, I refer to my sister as the evil one, I really love her and she's not actually evil. She's wonderful and I really love her - it's just she can be a butt head.

So glad that there wont be puppies, red headed children, or flashlights waking me up in the morning.

Sleep tight world.