Sometimes the most sisterly thing one can do is to offer to perform amateur surgery. It’s also reason number eleventy billion three hundred thousand and seven why I love my sister.
(The time stamp is off on one of the texts because I had to resave it.)
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Amazing. I wouldn’t let my sister near me with a knife. She would be too tempted to emulate Jake the Ripper. 😀
Happily, Cait likes me too much for that. 😀
That is amazing. My sister is a pranker. She’d offer to take the uterus and afterward laugh maniacally, “Ha ha! Took a kidney!” while skipping away. In other words…I like your sister and if you can will her to me after your uterus wins the war, that would be great.
I choked on my tea imaging your sister skipping away with a kidney.
You and Cait would get along beautifully, I think. I hereby bequeath her to you upon my death by evil uterus. Though, you might have to share her with Norris. 🙂