Camp HappyBadFun!

Anyway…Carole has been married once (no kids) and engaged a handful of times…but I think I can honestly say she’s never been in love. Until now.

Last month my sister went to Brazil with some friends and, as she put it, “met a boy”. Yes, my 42 year old sister said “boy” not “man”. Then she giggled. My sister giggled. My sister doesn’t giggle. She chortles and even snickers, but she does not giggle. Only she did. I heard it with my very own ears.

Then she did something so unlike her, it left me speechless: she started babbling incoherently. I distinctly recall the words “Somebody tell me what to do…I don’t know what to do….” tumble out of her mouth.

Now you need to understand something-- my sister lives in downtown San Francisco. She lives by herself. She knows how to take care of herself just fine, thank you; so somebody please explain this “tell me what to do” crap! WHO IS THIS PERSON INHABITING MY SISTER’S BODY???

I’ve never seen her like this…I don’t know what to do with her! She used to roll her eyes at me for talking to friends online…now she confesses to talking to Leo (pronounced Lay-oh which rhymes with MURDERER!!!) for 8 hours on messenger. The kicker is that Lay-oh only speaks Portuguese and she only speaks English. So they have an online translator that turns “our chemistry is perfect!” to “all our chemicals are correct!” Lovely. Just fricking lovely.

Being her only sister, I have the enviable position of being the only family member she’s told about Lay-oh-sweet-Jesus-tell-me-it-isn’t-so. She plans on telling the family eventually—once she sees where things are going but until then, mums the word.

Which reminds me of the time my sister and a few of her high school friends decided to drive 8 hours to L.A. to visit some boys they had met one Friday night. She came into my room around 1 am and said:

“We’re going to L.A. We’ll be home tomorrow night…tell Mom and Dad I’m spending the night at Wendy’s house…then we’re going shopping then a movie and I’ll be home around 10pm.”

I hated her for that! I had to lie because I was the younger dumber sister! I couldn’t be the younger sister with an axe to grind…oh no…I had to be the loyal to a fault sister. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

So I called my sister tonight to update her on our dad’s progress and she tells me she’s on her way to Brazil and “tell Mom and Dad I’m shopping with Wendy and I’ll be home after the movie Monday night...” or something like that. The room got dark and started spinning and that’s all I remember…