February 9, 2004

  • I should title this "Big Sister Goes To College," even though, after our huge shopping spree and party at Saj's, Coke's been largely off on her own except to touch bases at the house occassionally for a shower or freeway directions.   Last week, not knowing what to do with herself in the middle of the quarter, she accompanied me to several classes "to get a taste of college life."  


    "Oh, isn't this exciting!" she exclaimed, rubbing her chilblained hands furiously together as we walked along.  "I'm a regular student now!!!" 


    Of course, being Cokie, she has to introduce herself to the prof at the end of the lecture like we're Very Important Persons.   Just like she has to come on to the pimply faced kid behind the pastry counter at the mall--exactly like she did with the hearse driver at Grannie's funeral.   Charming.


    I could go into this further until there's nothing left but a shred of her leather coat, but I'm all kissied up with "speshuls."   "Cuz you're my own darling little sister, I have to treat you extra speshuls."    At least, 'til her supply of good feelings runs out.   Thanks to Cokie, I now have two extra ear piercings with solid gold diamond chip studs to match, a new sexy leather thong,  a $40.00 bottle of my fav expensive cologne, and several flavors of gourmet coffee beans to last a month.    Plus all the stuff we're sure she'll forget in her absent-minded way when she leaves.    (Brett put the DVDS just slightly out of the way, to make sure.)   Don't I feel guilty?  Not a chance!   Last time she visited our folks, she took off with all my recipes and Winter clothes I had packed away, including my best Pendleton shirt.  So it's Even Steven.