I've been doing okay on OKCupid. (no pun) No interest in actually meeting anyone, but some nice conversations. Yesterday, a truly gorgeous...oh my god, way too young...fellow really made me laugh. But...sorry, babe...I'd love to be a sugar momma but I'm lacking in the key ingredient.

So, they posted my friend Paul's obituary today. Aside from the fact that they posted a picture from his marine days (he looks like a BABY!), it mentions his sons' names. I knew that he had a kid, little did I know that when he mentioned "his son", he was referring to one of FIVE. Although I am not surprised. Amused, but not surprised.

Hello, posting right here? And now feeling a little awkward.

OKC story that I don't think I've told here: my sis logged in to OKC on my phone in NOLA, and I couldn't log her out. Finally I uninstalled and reinstalled the app, and could log in as me, but now I get both of our notifications. A couple of weeks ago, after D tried to get back together with me, his username popped up on my phone but when I logged in, I had no message. Uh oh. I emailed my sister immediately to warn her. Sure enough, he had sent her a message noting that they were 0% enemies! She responded with, "Actually, we're 100% enemies, because [smonster] is my sister."

Oh sisterly snap. A little harsh, but considering how he behaved after we broke up, I don't feel bad.

She responded with, "Actually, we're a 100% enemies, because [smonster] is my sister."

go sis!

Ha! Nice one.

Now I wish I had a sister!

Now I wish I had a sister!

But then she'd probably end up bitten by a moose....

My sister does not have a mental filter. This makes for sometimes embarassing and frequently HILARIOUS stuff coming right out of her mouth, or keyboard as the case may be.

Like after her first prolonged encounter with the guy we've nicknamed Douchetastic, where he went on one of his patented ridiculously epic rants about hating Roy Williams (poor widdle disappointed KU fan, aw). After he finally walked off, she turned to the rest of us and asked brightly, "Can I set him on fire?"

Or when, several years ago, my brother had brought his current gf home to meet the family and within five minutes my sis had introduced her by name to her boobs.

Or the time at the dinner table when she told a story about her psychologist having an unfortunate waxing accident. I even interrupted her partway through that one and asked her to stop and think whether her shrink would want her to tell that story and whether it was dinner-table appropriate.

Goddess love her, I'm laughing my ass off even as I clutch my pearls.

Good God. Am I your sister?

Good God. Am I your sister?

I'd love to have you for a sis! And now I'm wondering if I could get her to an f2f.