I called my sister to find out when he is coming over tomorrow. We spent a bit talking. She told me how she is baking cookies today because, “After all I [my sister] am now the elder female in the family and somebody has to do it.” This is when I blink and look at the seven varieties of cookies on the counter, all of which have several dozen each. I also looked at the bowl of rising cinnamon roll dough. I more or less said, “Sure. Uhm. Yeah.”

My sister’s view of herself lately cracks me up. She thinks she is going to replace Aunt Vonnie as the one who hosts everything and does everything for everyone. Near as I can tell the only one who goes to her are her children’s drug addict friends. Good job there, sis. Oh, and I can’t remember her hosting a Thanksgiving or Christmas ever. Not one time. I’m 13 years younger and I’ve done it a number of times.