Stinky Little Sisters

While I'm waiting for my web program to re-boot & shape up so I can finish my work, I thought I'd tell you a bit about my Stinky Little Sister. You might have read my tiny mention of her here & her comment.

I don't remember a whole lot from when I was a toddler. {Hell, I don't always remember crap from yesterday!!} but I do remember the night Mom brought home a Stinky Little Sister.

It seemed like all we ever heard was how Mom wanted 6 boys. {I used to think she was nuts. But now that I have 3 girls, I think she might've been on to something there.} And how those boys were going to be named Mitchell James, Mikel {'cause she & Dad didn't know how to spell Michael!!} John, and Mark Joseph. What the other 3 were going to be named, she never said. Will have to ask her about that. Anyway, when I was 2, she had Mikel. I don't remember his homecoming, but I liked him well enough. I was after all only 2 & he was just a baby who ate & slept all the time.

Then Mom got pregnant, again, with baby #5. This one was going to be another baby brother for us. Mitchell James. I couldn't wait.

The time finally came for Mom to go to the hospital to have Mitchell James. To bring him home. For me to play with. I remember that night in December when my Stinky Little Sister came home instead. We had the Christmas tree up & lit & Christmas lights in the windows. When Mom came in the door, I was sitting at the kitchen table refusing to eat my {very cold} peas. {You'll be happy to know, Mom, now I rather like eating peas!}

She called me & my 2 older sisters over to meet our new baby sister.

WHAT??? No way!! She was supposed to bring home Mitchell James. NOT another Stinky Sister!!!

I was not happy.

I refused to accept my new Stinky Little Sister. I called her Mitchell James. I would even tell Mom things like "Mitchell James threw his bottle out of the playpen!!"

I don't know how long I called her Mitchell James & insisted I had another little brother, but I eventually got over it.

That does not mean, however, she didn't get tortured on a daily basis.

Which brings me to the red plaid sneakers. {Took me long enough to get here!!}

I've always wanted a pair of red plaid sneaks. Like Keds or Chuck Taylors. {Except back then I didn't know the brand names.} I never got those red plaid sneakers. Still don't have them. But my Stinky Little Sister got them. When she was maybe 2 or 3. That really pi**ed me off!! Not only did I have to put up with a Stinky Little Sister, but also the fact she got my shoes!!!

And she wonders why I tortured her so much.

Punk.

Stinky Little Sister.

And I don't know what happened to the other red plaid sneaker.

I never had it.

You can't prove anything.

PS ~ You'll be happy to know I eventually got over not getting another little brother. And my Stinky Little Sister & I are now the best of friends.