She terrifies me.
She is only a couple of years younger than me. She is tiny, olive skinned, with great hair and an obsession with shoes that borders a serious fetish.
She is one of my younger sisters and dear gawd does she know how to kick ass…
If she was an anime character, several years younger and all Japanese instead of just part, she would look a lot like this:
That thing she is holding…yeah…its something to beat me with.
After she takes me to my dreaded physical and doctors appointment, we are laying on my bed talking about this and that when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Let’s talk about your schedule for the day.”
Fuck balls. She’s about to lay down the law.
“You need to pick up your prescription after Curious George gets home, work for a couple hours in your office, and then you owe me a chapter by tomorrow.”
Oh, yeah. Forgot I hired her to be my personal assistant/ editor/ ass kicker extraordinaire.
She follows it up by saying that it better get done before she gets home after her shift at the salon because we will be hitting the gym later tonight.
Again. Fuck balls.
This girl means business.
I walk her outside, tell her I love her and watch her unlock her car. Just before she gets in the car she informs me:
“By the way, if you don’t get that chapter done by tomorrow, you have to complete two of them. I was going to give you a day off on Saturday and say the next one is due by Sunday night since we have that last Adoption class to go to, but if you don’t get it done….you’ll owe me two chapters.” And with a deceptively cheerful wave and a quick, “Love you, bye!” she drove off.
How can someone so tiny be so intimidating?
So I been working in my office for the past few hours. The evil pixie herself is due home in about 15 minutes.
I better hop to it. She has great shoes, but they aren’t fun at all when being kicked up one’s ass.
Wishing I was Harriet Potter and had an amazing magic wand,
We can’t help that we’re fabulous.