the hilarity of my sister

I love my sister for sixty five million reasons, but one of my favorite reasons is because she laughs so easily. I can tell a joke, and before I'm even halfway done, she's in stitches. I can tell a story about my life and, even though I may be crying about the plot line, she'll find something in it that cracks her up. Sometimes, I can just look at her out of the corner of my eye and she'll snort. Now, I'm not saying that I'm actually hilarious. (In fact, it's likely just the opposite.) There's just something about our relationship that makes me funny. Whatever it is, I'd like to bottle it and hand it out to men worldwide.

Luckily, I feel much the same about her. I've heard stories of hers that make absolutely no sense, and I'm in hysterics before the end of them. So I'm not entirely sure that the inanity below is actually funny, but I certainly think it is.

Witness a poem she wrote me many moons ago:

Oh zit,

why do you have to be so prominent? yet dig to the heart of my soul.

you are so big and right under my eye, i can barely see.

and I am squinting every day.

Oh zit,

why couldn't you just go away, every day you get redder and redder

and I want to pick you. but you are one of those under ground zits.

and I can't.

So I'll just look at my computer, with a popeye stare

and look forward to the day when you are gone.

Or another message entitled "pee you," which she sent after having outlined for me the night before everything she had ordered from room service:

"since i described everything i ate yesterday, i bet you were wondering how that would all smell later.
the answer is not good."

Snort.