The Sister just left. She wanted my help preparing a St Paddy's Day bash for her new Irish family. I mostly told her that her plans looked fabulous and to "not worry." After we went over the details, we sat on the stoop drinking tea and watching the neighborhood go by.
After suffering for years as my "little sister" I am quite delighted that she still considers me a source for help when she needs it.
Its such a lazy Sunday, besides helping out sis, I really haven't done anything else. The Submarine is calling me, but I am afraid to go back. Are the sailors going to still be there? Am I going to recognize them?
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