How? Really? How?
My sister, dawnshine, broke my heart on Tuesday. I'm only just now able to talk about it. I was in Kowalski's, talking to her as I shopped for my thoroughly impressive pot luck contribution (sour cream, for those of you not following along as closely as all that), and decided to pick up a blob of cheese.
The trista: I'm thinking Morbier, but possibly St Andre.
*pause*
dawnshine: Yeah. I like Kraft.
The trista: *weep*
dawnshine: Slices
The trista: How...how...how did this happen?
dawnshine: *cackle* And I eat Country Crock.
The trista: I feel weak.
Seriously, how did this woman grow up in my family? I am convinced that she was switched at birth. Or at 19 or something. Because how does my sister not eat butter? The dairy products, they are sacred. My world has been shaken, and I do not know what to do.
And then tonight, we had this conversation:
dawnshine: You know, normal people.
The trista: Yeah, good luck finding those on Facebook.
dawnshine: Yeah, it's mostly people like, well, you.
Do you see what I live with? It is difficult to be me.
The trista: I'm thinking Morbier, but possibly St Andre.
*pause*
dawnshine: Yeah. I like Kraft.
The trista: *weep*
dawnshine: Slices
The trista: How...how...how did this happen?
dawnshine: *cackle* And I eat Country Crock.
The trista: I feel weak.
Seriously, how did this woman grow up in my family? I am convinced that she was switched at birth. Or at 19 or something. Because how does my sister not eat butter? The dairy products, they are sacred. My world has been shaken, and I do not know what to do.
And then tonight, we had this conversation:
dawnshine: You know, normal people.
The trista: Yeah, good luck finding those on Facebook.
dawnshine: Yeah, it's mostly people like, well, you.
Do you see what I live with? It is difficult to be me.