Sisters Know

I had the wonderful opportunity to spend the entire weekend with my friend Kara last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Kara is special. We have been best friends since our first grade year when my parents started attending Indian Hills (my church!). We know everything about each other. Especially what makes the other go absolutely crazy. For instance, Kara absolutely hates it when I fart when I am sitting on her bed, so I do it just to make her mad. This usually results in a shrill yell, "Annastazia Caroline Rudolph Gregory! What the crap are you doing? You know that pisses me off!" After she yells that, her younger sister comes in and congratulates me. Jessie and I are very good at making Kara mad. On the other hand, Kara knows that I absolutely HATE Febreeze, so she will spray my entire room with it. One time we were at Kara's house, and we had been outside getting all muddy and yucky (you know... girls being rebels by acting like boys and getting all dirty on the farm). I was in the shower. Kara picked the lock, and then sprayed almost a whole bottle of Febreeze, and then locked me in the tiny bathroom. I had a freak out attack. Once properly clothed, I went out in her living room to find her whole family staring at me and laughing. Kara and I are so close that we usually greet each other with insults. For instance:

Me: "Good morning! Would you bother to brush your teeth every once and a while? Good Lord child, get out of here!"
Kara: "Would you mind brushing out your hair? Holy cow, where did you get that hideous shirt?"
 

 You can expect this out of us all the time. When I moved she called me at least every other day, if not every day. We wrote letters back and forth, and we visited each other often. Anyway, this weekend we had a chick-flick movie marathon including just about every chick movie that would make us cry or laugh at the cheesiness and terrible acting. While we were watching Fireproof (and bawling our eyes out), I looked up at Kara. She gave me a weird look and then our conversation proceeded like this.

Me: I want a black baby when I'm older.
Kara: Okay? Well, you better marry someone who's black.
Me: No! I want a legit 100% black baby. Not a half black baby.
Kara: Well, you are going to have some issues with that considering you are the white-est white person I know.
Me: No! I am not white! I am an albino black person!
Kara: Oh boy...
-Then both of us started laughing so hard, and we couldn't tell if we were crying because of the movie or about the words that just came out of our mouths.
 

That night ended with Kara cutting my hair while I was looking up cheesy Christian pick-up lines. We found some pretty good ones. I just hope that none of them every get used on me in a serious manor. Oh boy...

P.S. You all should be celebrating! It's the last day of No-Shave November!