ff.net, and more about my sister
Sep. 12th, 2002 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ivyblossomHmmm. *checks date* Interesting how ff.net is down out of respect for 9/11, and yet is still down on 9/12.
I walked my sister home last night, while she was strapped to my three month old nephew. He was crying before we left and was just looking around, being all mellow, all the way home. He likes to look at stuff. So at one point I saw that his hook was disrupting his view, so I shifted it back a bit on his head.
me: There you go, big guy.
him: uh.
me: You're welcome.
my sister: *howls*
So we get to her house, and the doors are locked. Well, duh, she's been gone all day, right? But she didn't bring her keys, because she left the back door open, which is now locked, because her husband locked it a few hours before. Typical. So we sat in the backyard, with my parents dog (I was walking that little psychological case), after my sister begged the use of the neighbour's phone to call her husband to come home from work for a few minutes to let her in. We sat in the dark, and the growing cold, with a mellow little d00d in a swing, waiting for my brother-in-law. Because my sister can't be bothered to carry keys.
God I love my sister. I really do. She's my hero.
I walked my sister home last night, while she was strapped to my three month old nephew. He was crying before we left and was just looking around, being all mellow, all the way home. He likes to look at stuff. So at one point I saw that his hook was disrupting his view, so I shifted it back a bit on his head.
me: There you go, big guy.
him: uh.
me: You're welcome.
my sister: *howls*
So we get to her house, and the doors are locked. Well, duh, she's been gone all day, right? But she didn't bring her keys, because she left the back door open, which is now locked, because her husband locked it a few hours before. Typical. So we sat in the backyard, with my parents dog (I was walking that little psychological case), after my sister begged the use of the neighbour's phone to call her husband to come home from work for a few minutes to let her in. We sat in the dark, and the growing cold, with a mellow little d00d in a swing, waiting for my brother-in-law. Because my sister can't be bothered to carry keys.
God I love my sister. I really do. She's my hero.
