Sibling sobriety

She says she got fatter when she was with me. My couch invites to teen TV shows, midnight freezer French fries, and all day chicken finger buffets. She says they took their toll. So the six weeks I stayed on my sisters couch have long past, and she’s back to treadmills and dining like a member of the voting public. Bollocks.

She’s got a new puppy and partner to keep her happy, has her brother out her hair. Still she Skypes me to trade Christmas lists, sends messages reminding of parent’s birthdays. And as she does she asks me what happened to all those photos I made her take in warmer weather.

Pulled from the back of my iPhoto, here they are, pictures of my pretty sister.