wine...it's what i'm drinking (hence the lame title)

so, as promised, here it is-- the drunken brawl story.

my sister and i get along great, most of the time. like any two people we have our differences but, all-in-all, we see eye to eye on most everything. we're only two and a half years apart and i'm only an inch or two taller and only a pound or ten heavier than her--but she is the
rougher and tougher sister by far. we are very different in our personal lives; overall, she's the athlete and i'm the artist. we're both solid and neither of us gets hurt easily--and even if we're bleeding profusely from a down to the bone scrape, we're still laughing hysterically. oh, i did cry when she broke both of the bones in my shin when i was 12 , other than that, we find pain quite humorous.

so, here and there, we drink together; and, here and there, we get into one big physical fight. like i said, we see eye to eye but have our differences and i think, that instead of letting those differences split us apart on a daily basis, we simply get drunk once in awhile and throw down. it's quite therapeutic in fact. usually, by the time we're done, we're both laughing so hard about our injuries that we can hardly stand.

so, last saturday this happened again. this time, we had a huge yard, relatively soft grass and an audience when we attacked eachother. we actually made one guy say...wow, that had to hurt--and we all-out shocked another dude with our ability to withstand each other's blows...and still jump right back up. we had to quit when my sister hyperventilated from a laugh attack and i had lost both earrings and my favorite bracelet...which i still can't find btw...

but so yeah, my arm finally moves in all directions again and i think she can touch her eye without it causing her to wince in pain and best of all, her and i are as good and as strong as ever...