How I thought this would go unchallenged by my other sister Anna, is beyond me. Not that she's starving for the spotlight.
So Anna, this post is just for you.
My parents got it on 28 years ago and eventually produced a big-mouthed blonde blessing named Anna. Now while she did ruin my only-child status, she was pretty cool for a brat. She was my first BFF. And as BFFs do, we loved playing together, and we came up with some pretty sweet games.
Péoplé: Not "people." Péoplé. Péoplé was essentially Barbies, but with other toys included - Care Bears, Breyer horses, She-Ra, My Little Ponies...One (fuzzy blue) pony in particular was Wind Whistler. Anna would make this annoying wind-whistling sound whenever that damn horse did anything, and she got this far-off look in her eyes when she would fly it around the room.
What a weirdo. To get back at her, I cut off one of her Barbies' hair. I told her it would look really good. It didn't. From that point forward, the ugly short-hair Barbie was the bitch Barbie.
Softball: I somehow always talked Anna into pitching. (Sucka!) And I somehow always hit her with the ball. And I somehow always got blamed. WTF? We didn't play a lot of softball.
Quitters: My parents foolishly allowed us to watch the movie "Critters" as children. This wasn't a foolish decision because of nightmares or anything wussy like that. It was foolish because we got super-into scaring the crap out of one another at a really young age. During games of Quitters, we would turn all the lights off and pretend we were being attacked by these little creatures from the movie.
Scare the Crap Out of Your Sister: This game involved hiding in your sister's room until she was in bed, and then...scaring the crap out of her. This was an awesome game. I was definitely the overall winner of this game.
Pick What You Want: Open a catalog and pick one item from each page, including color. Major penalty for picking the same thing someone else picked.
Pick Who You Are: Watch a TV show and pick who you are. For example, from Kids Incorporated, I was Renee, and Anna was Stacy. That's right, Anna picked Fergie, and I picked buck-toothed Renee.
These days the game we play most is phone tag. Love you, sister.
3 comments:
I almost choked on my lemonheads from laughing so hard. Yes, those were good times.
P.S. Sometimes while I was waiting under your bed to scare you I would find your diary and read it. I think that makes me the ultimate scare the crap out of your sister winner.
Sweet. I only have brothers, and boys pretty much suck. (no offense to any boys who may be reading this, I'm sure you're fantastic).
sara, true. boys are not nearly as much fun...unless you can dress them in your tutus like we did with our baby brother.
anna, please, i had your diary (and stupid lock combination) memorized twice over. boom.
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