My family is a special kind of breed. I’m not sure what’s wrong with them (or right), but I love them nonetheless. Since Son1′s birthday is on December 25th I have made a hard fast rule that we’re not going to be traveling for Christmas anymore. This year my family (Mom, Dad, and my bad ass sister) came to visit us for the 3 days of celebration. It was long and chaotic, but oh so many memories were made.
Now this is the part where I have to explain my relationship with my sister. She’s my best friend. She’s younger than me by 2.5 years and in all of our travels (we moved a lot as kids) she and I were inseparable. Yes, we’ve had fights and beat each other up, but she deserved it! When we were kids we would sleep with each other every Christmas Eve and every Christmas Eve I peed on her (Yes, I was a late bed wetter. Yes, for some reason I seemed to always wet the bed on Christmas Eve. No, I don’t pee the bed anymore… I don’t think.). She reminds me of this fun factoid every. single. Christmas Eve. To this day my sister and I have a very close relationship and have hilarious inside jokes that really aren’t that funny if you’re not us. My sister and husband have a wonderful relationship where somehow the “in-law” fell off of their titles for each other and became “teammate in picking on Mama Hideaway”. It’s great…really it is…except for when they upset me. Or that one time they made fun of me for something I said. Or how about that recent boob joke (please reference “10 Ways to Know You Had a Great Holiday Season.“)
In the days leading up to their trip I spoke to my sister on the phone daily. We discussed the plans for her visit, I helped her shop for her boyfriend, we recounted memories of Christmas’ past (see above), and I helped her pack. In fact, all she had to pack was some underwear and makeup since we’re about the same size. Easier for her, right? Anyways, some time during our many conversations she asks if she can bring some laundry to do since she lives in an apartment and has to go to a laundromat and pay for it.
“Sure. Pack as little as you can. You can wash whatever here.”
The day after her arrival she asked if she could wash “that load” of laundry and I told her to bring it down to the washer and I would wash the boys’ clothes with it. She came down with a small handful of clothes. I chuckle at how “little” she brought, but whatever. She joked that she keeps buying new clothes so she can avoid doing laundry. Ahhh, the life of a single woman.
Later that evening, my sister and I are in my room sitting on my bed talking about heaven knows what. Hubs brings the laundry in the room from the drier and joins us as we talk. He begins to fold the laundry and we all continue laughing. He’s standing behind my sister and somewhere during the conversation I notice him putting clothes away in my drawers.
Huh? I didn’t wash anything of mine. Oh well, maybe it got accidentally thrown in.
He continues to fold and suddenly I notice he’s making some weird faces. At first it was a “What in the world?” look and after finding a few more pieces of laundry and his myriad of confused looks I look behind my sister to see what pieces of clothing have prompted such a response. He holds up a pair of sexy, lacy underwear and says to me, “Did you buy some new panties?”
My sister turns and lunges. I double over laughing.
“Nope! It’s hers! Hahahaha!” I point and laugh.
My husband starts playing keep away with her underwear while making fun of her for bringing only underwear to wash at our house. She hurriedly sorts through the laundry and picks out her underwear as she blushes. She tries to change the conversation to how crazy it is that she and I have some of the same brand of panties, but Hubs and I keep teasing her. She has about twenty piled in her lap.
For the next 5 minutes my husband continues to find more and more lingerie in that one load of laundry. Apparently my sister has enough underwear for a month and never has to re-wear a pair. Ahhh. The life of a single woman.
Next Christmas, I’m buying her underwear.