Call me...maybe

 

My sister called me 4 times yesterday.  I called her 1 time, and we spoke a total of 3 times.  She cracks me up with her calls, which come at least once per day, and then a little psychotically when Mom is out of town.  I do love that she wants to talk to me, and as long as she is not bossing me around telling me when or when not to take my showers, (true scenario) I enjoy her conversations, and they usually make me smile.  Here is a run-down of yesterday’s calls.

5:02 she left a message that said:  “yndee, yesyee, call me bye” (this is leslee’s staple message)

5:52 “yndee this is your sis, give me a call at 9444192” (every now and then she changes things up)

At 6:24 I called her back and we chatted for a grand 3 minutes about our days.  She informed me that she was waiting on her friend Annette to call her, and that’s who she thought would be calling her now.  I asked if she was bummed that it was me, and to my surprise, she said “no, not really.”  I half believe her.  ;)  Then she graciously said, “okay, I’ve got to go yndee” and after I said “bye, love ya sister” I faintly heard a “yove ya too” while she hung up on me.  Ha!

At 6:28 she called me back, and then realized she meant to call mom, instead of me.  That conversation went like this, “yndee….oh….I meant to call my mom….bye.” (and yes, it’s always “my” mom….not our mom.  And no, that’s really not okay with me.)

And at 8:42 my final conversation of the day with my sister was a solid 19 seconds that went like this… "I just got back from Annette’s house….oh yndee I got a beep….bye.”  Call waiting….lyndee….call waiting….lyndee….no real options there. 

She adds so much color to my life.  I wouldn’t trade her for the world!