Day 11 - Your Siblings, in great detail
I have one sister. She's nearly three years younger than me and about six inches taller. Until fifteen months ago she was literally twice the size of me and I'm quite resentful that after much dieting, she's now skinner than me. Not skinny enough to look good in jeggings though. Ick. (she likes skin-tight stuff. It's a little less horrifying than it used to be) She's obsessed with shoes, likes chick flicks and Johnny Depp and spends longer than is reasonable in the shower and straightening her hair. In short, she's pretty much the polar opposite of me. We Don't Get On. It's better now than it used to be, now it's a sort of uneasy truce rather than all-out war. It's six of one and half a dozen of the other. I won't try to make you believe it's all her fault. Although she can still get away with murder by the method of being 1) younger than me and therefore wields a special power and 2) bigger than me and therefore you know, more powerful. It's win-win.
She takes after Mum's side of the family. Mum, her mum, her mum's sister and her cousin are all pretty much identical and Sister is the next in the pattern. (I didn't inherit that particular set of genes. I'm vaguely like Dad but that side of the family doesn't have the identical thing going on). She has a boyfriend, long-term (he's pretty useless, hence my codename for him here: Useless Boyfriend) who she's always said "No, I'm probably not going to marry him" but this weekend said "Well, I have been dropping hints." She has a degree in Music and Music Technology and plays saxophone and flute to Grade 8 standard and also plays piccolo, tenor sax and soprano sax. To my relief, she's not good at singing. She does much the same job as me - office junior, typing, filing, tea-making, whatever she's told to do but she does it nearly thirty miles away and therefore has a long drive. Mwahahahaha from older sister who only has to nip up the road.
That's about it really. I'm sure there's plenty more to her but I don't know it any more than she knows all that much about me. We're not caring-sharing.
She takes after Mum's side of the family. Mum, her mum, her mum's sister and her cousin are all pretty much identical and Sister is the next in the pattern. (I didn't inherit that particular set of genes. I'm vaguely like Dad but that side of the family doesn't have the identical thing going on). She has a boyfriend, long-term (he's pretty useless, hence my codename for him here: Useless Boyfriend) who she's always said "No, I'm probably not going to marry him" but this weekend said "Well, I have been dropping hints." She has a degree in Music and Music Technology and plays saxophone and flute to Grade 8 standard and also plays piccolo, tenor sax and soprano sax. To my relief, she's not good at singing. She does much the same job as me - office junior, typing, filing, tea-making, whatever she's told to do but she does it nearly thirty miles away and therefore has a long drive. Mwahahahaha from older sister who only has to nip up the road.
That's about it really. I'm sure there's plenty more to her but I don't know it any more than she knows all that much about me. We're not caring-sharing.