My Sibs

Lately I've had an extreme urge to be chasing sandpipers on the beach.  What's that you ask? Have I been longingly panning through photos of myself and Cole at the beach last year, reliving the memories and pining for her little black fuzzy face and that adorable left cleft paw?  Certainly not!  This craving is most definitely unrelated.  But since you brought it up, I do miss that little furball, and here's an adorable (and embarrassing for her) picture from Christmas just so you can see what I'm dealing with.

In other news, Chris called me at 1 am this morning for a chat...yes a chat (If you know my brother at all you will recognize the startling nature of this statement...obviously some foreign substances at work) I was home already from my Friday evening and his was apparently still in full swing.  He called from a party in East Stroudsburg to ask the name of a song, which I repeated for him about 7 times to the response "oh okay....wait what was the name again?" before resorting to a text message.  He then proceeded to gush, and I mean gush (I literally could not get a word in....which ironically made me speechless) about where he was, his plans for the weekend, his trip home on Sunday, why he hates valentines day, the weather, his schedule at school and how much he loves talking. ("I could talk all night Laur!")  At this point I was debating whether or not to hang up and call a medic because my brother was clearly on some form of speed.  I settled instead for asking him directly "Are you on coke right now?!" He assured me he was not, but that he had been drinking Jager and Redbull (among other things, I suspect.) This explanation seemed rational enough, so my mind was set temporarily at ease.

Chris then proceeded to ask me all about the things happening in my life.  "How's work Laur? How was last weekend with Adam in Florida? Did you realize that was Valentines day? That's kinda romantic." (insert jaw-dropping silence here...) Well, this prompted a whole new, significantly elevated wave of suspicion, "Sweet Jesus Chris! What are you on?!"  He assured me again that it was just the caffeine/alcohol mix and general late-night energy (I have a vague memory of this from my life before senior year), and after 5 minutes of third degree big sister questioning he confirmed that no one would be leaving the house, driving a car, or attempting any dangerous acrobatics/knife tricks.  Whhhew.  The call ended with Chris promising to give Cole a wrestle for me on Sunday, which I decided not to question :)  Also he says "Hey," Suzanne.