...if my life were any other way.
I've spread the insomnia bug to my sister. Since we were both up, it made perfect sense to forage for food. She made ham sandwiches and called out directions to me--"Get me an orange soda. No, one off the top shelf. And chips. No, I want cool ranch doritos." (My dad often observes that he doesn't think that the youngest in the family has the right to be so bossy. It's worked for our family for 29 years now).
So now she is lying on the passenger side of my bed (don't ask), complaining about the cheetos getting stuck in her teeth (the cool ranch doritos have vamped, apparently, into the clutches of two boys, ages 6 and 8, who wish to remain nameless), and looking for something "good" on TV. Not that we're going to notice once we start talking. She asked me what I'm doing. "Telling everybody how much I'd miss your ass if we ever separated." She looked at me over the top of her glasses and said, "Who the hell else is gon' deal with this bullshit, up at this time of night eating and typing?"
"Bitch," I say.
"Ya mama." From her, I can accept that. :-)
I'm thinking, this sleepless night won't be so bad.