About two and a half weeks ago, my sister (who rarely gets to go out and do fun things, and even more rarely initiates doing fun things with yours truly, who I love more than words can say although our relationship has gone up and down over the years) called me and was all excited that she found cheap tickets to go see The Lion King. I made a big deal out of how much fun it would be to have a girls’ night together, how cool the play is according to people I know who have already seen it, and how glad I was that she would finally be up near my neighborhood (she has never. ever. been here). So we bought tickets and made plans.
And then I made my fatal mistake: I wrote nothing but “7:30″ on Aug. 29th in my planner.
So on Friday of last week when I FINALLY found out when Open House is (it wasn’t on the Official School Calendar; I know because I obsessive-compulsively copied the whole damn thing into my planner before school even started), it just so happened to be at 7:30 PM on August 29th. So I flipped to that day and noticed that “7:30″ was already written down. Huh… I remember thinking. I must have started to write this down earlier and gotten distracted before writing “Open House.”
So write “Open House” I did. It’s right there, in a different shade of black ink, sneering at me from the square representing tomorrow night.
After a long and tiring first week of school, I FINALLY checked my (personal/home) voicemail today. And who were half of the messages from? My sister, asking for directions to my place.
And then it hit me:
SHIT.
I am the worst little sister EVER.
Filed under: bitching, drama queen, family, random
