I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Yesterday I received an undeserved twirling. Picture this: two grown women, one in her forties, the other in her fifties, laughing hysterically over nothing. Sissyface and I had spent the better part of the day cleaning and rearranging her room. This is something I remember from years ago: whenever we'd work on a project together we'd get positively giddy when exhaustion set in.

Yesterday was no exception. I'd reached a point in my exhaustion where she couldn't speak without me roaring with laughter. Because we'd moved her bed into a new location, there was now more room for walking and . . . twirling. I saw the considering look in her eye as I lazed on the bed after moving it against the far wall.

"Hmm," she murmured as her features lit up with anticipation, "looks like there's plenty of room now for twirling."

"No way!" I tried jumping up but it was no use. My body has spent the last two days helping people move, and it had reached the point of mutiny. "Get away from me," I warned her. "You can't just go twirling people at whim. There's twirling etiquette which must be followed."

"You're getting twirled, and twirled good," she said, tugging on my arm. "Might as well surrender."

I reminded her of my hips and knees, but to no avail. I even went so far as to tell her, "I am so blogging about this. I mean it! I'm using real names and everything." No dice; the time had come.  She hadn't given me a good twirling in 9 years. And so, dear readers, I was twirled within an inch of my life. Our version of twirling is sort of like crack the whip  but with only two players. She spun me around the room, my stocking feet sliding on the hardwood floor, until I thought I'd vomit from dizziness. When she let go I flew onto the bed, landing with a belly flop. I turned onto my back and stared, laughing, at the little mobile of umbrellas hanging from her light fixture.

"Wow, I feel like I'm trippin' on acid," I told her. Not that I'd know what that's like, of course.

"My turn," Sissyface said, much too willingly in my opinion. It takes some of the pleasure out of the whole twirling ritual when the twirlee puts up no resistance. Besides, I was spent. Not spent enough, as it turned out, to fight her adamancy.

"Ok, ok, hold on." I climbed off the bed and grabbed her wrist with my freakishly strong left hand. This is how she refers to my left hand, as in can you use your freakishly strong left hand to open this bottle? I'm not left handed and have no idea why it's so much stronger than my right hand.

"Hang on for your life!" I warned as the spinning began. I'm not sure who ended up the dizziest from the twirling I gave her. We both collapsed onto the bed, as content as two bugs in a rug. Really, it's rather pathetic how we're so easily amused.

"Are you satisfied?" I asked her when I could catch my breath. "Will that hold you for a while?"

She smiled from sheer joy. "That was great. Thanks Sis."

Moments like these keep me sane. Moments like these help me remember that I'm human like everyone else, still capable of laughing and enjoying myself. I'm not sure what my life would look like about now if Sissyface hadn't re-entered it. With no one to set me off on one of my fits of hysterical laughter I'd be a sorry mess indeed. All the triggering I've suffered since living with her is worth it, for we have such fun times together. I wouldn't want to miss this for anything, twirling and all.

Comments

[marjakathriver]

I hope the homecoming today is WONDERFUL! I'm glad you have your Sissyface to laugh hysterically with. My recent visit with my twin was not all lollypops and roses...but we did have many occassions when we got to laugh our asses off! I loved it! Hey, I e-mailed you about that thing you commented about on my blog (no pressure).

[keepers]

We wish our sister was not in denial about whatever she went through, it keeps us apart and we would give so much to have that kind of relationship with her. oh well, we are happy for you, make no doubt about that!

You deserve this so much!

peace and blessings

keepers

[wolfbaby]

it is so good to have days like this and enjoy those moments that are pure happiness just for the fun.

[Enola]

This made me laugh. Next week I'll be vacationing with my sister. Might have to try that twirling thing. Or find a set of stairs. Because when we were little, we always raced to see who could be first. Whoever got to the stairs first raced up them. The person behind chased them, smacking them on the butt and yelling "BUTT SMACKER" as loud as they could. Oh what wonderfully innocent child memories.

[Beauty]

Enola,

Hmm, don't know what Sissyface would think of the Butt Smacker game. More than likely she'd think it a hoot--so good thing we have no stairs!

I heartily recommend you give your sis a good twirling. As long as she actually lands on the bed, there is no way this little game can go wrong. It's quite the blast. Of course, one can play this game with anyone who's willing--doesn't have to be a sister.

Should you decide to try the twirling game, please let me know the results. I'm trying to get a trend started, so help a fellow blogger out, wouldja?

Beauty

[Austin]

How did I miss this entry about your freakishly strong left hand? LOL
Love it.

[beautifuldreamer]

Austin,

I don't know how you missed it but didn't you ever wonder in later posts when I mentioned my freakishly strong left hand what the heck I was talking about? Pay attention!