True stories are usually the best ones, aren't they? So I had a few conversations with a few friends today and wanted to retell their true tales.
ELLIE MAEThis friend of mine knows this lady who absolutely LOVES animals. Let's call her Ellie Mae. She loves animals so much that she takes in just about anything. She's got 2 ferrets, 2 cats, a wolf, a dog, a pet spider, a snake(or 3), and a sheep. The wolf and the sheep stay within the same fence. They're friends. The spider made this HUGE web one time and Ellie Mae's daughter caught grasshoppers for the spider. She'd catch them and throw them in the web for "Charlotte" to devour. Then the spider got pregnant. Ellie reveled in watching all her million babies get hatched into the environment. Thankfully, the web and spider lived outside.
When her neighbor found a snake while mowing the yard, the neighbor went running away but Ellie Mae went running after it. She just loves every creature.
In hearing about this interesting woman, I asked, "Does she work at a zoo or something? Since she loves animals so much?" "No, she actually roofed my house... oh and while she was pregnant." I was like, "WHAT?!" But it was true.
Then she went on to tell me that the day after she had the baby, she left to meet up with her bowling league. She won't miss a beat. It's like, "okay, the baby is out of the way, now where is my bowling ball?"
Doesn't this sound like a woman who deserves a movie or at least a sitcom about her?!
SIBLINGS ARE MEANOne wonderful thing about having siblings is, though you would fight with them everyday when you were younger, there are those stories you can retell that make you laugh so hard you fall to the floor.
As a disclaimer, this is not MY story. I did mean things to my sister (as to try to catch up to all the things she did to me of course) but this story I heard today made me laugh so hard I could no longer stand. I was on the floor, barely breathing it was so funny.
Alisa had a younger sister, Heather. She was 3 years younger and couldn't stand her from the day she was born. (This is how sisters are for some reason.) So one day when they were young, while they were taking a bath together, they got into a fight. Probably over one of them having the rubber ducky and not sharing. So Alisa got up out of the tub and started fighting with Heather on dry land. She went to the closet and grabbed the plunger. Alisa recalls taking up the plunger, holding it horizontally, and running as fast as she could at her sister. Since Heather had just gotten out of the tub, her rather portly belly was still wet. This took to the plunger well and, well, it stuck!
Imagine a 3-year old, running in sheer fear, through the house with a plunger on her tummy - the wooden end leading the way, out to her dad. He's sitting at the kitchen table playing cards with his friends.
He had to get a butter knife and vaseline and gradually removed the dreaded plunger. She then had this GIANT hickey on her stomach (taking up almost her whole body) for about a year. People would gasp when they saw her. "What happened to YOU??!" She should've answered, "My BIG SISTER!"
How evil is that to do to your little sister? But ragingly funny.
I asked if they are friends as adults. She said, "We couldn't be closer."
