"I Got All My Sisters with Me"

My sister and I share many things.  We're both gorgeous, super intelligent, hilarious, fun to be with, superb cooks, and unicorn trainers.  :-)   Actually, we both think the other is hilarious, we love our grandchildren as much as our children, we drive within the lines, and we try to be good daughters - like that's ever going to happen....  My sister and I shared a bed for about 4 years when we were children and we got into some shenanigan troubles because of it.  We must have heard "If I have to come in there one more time, you're both going to get it!" hundreds of times.  I don't remember "getting it."  Of course, that's because we were "getting it" in some form or another every day.  I think I've revealed earlier that our mother was a screamer.  An hours long screamer.  Not a few hours, but many, many hours.  Seven, eight hours sometimes.  That was a good day for her.  One time, when we were older, my sister came into my room and said, "I wish she would beat us to death.  Maybe she would stop screaming if we were dead."  Nah.  She would find someone else to scream at.  Of course, she has been suffering personal demons all her life.  Now that we're older, we have come to understand what's behind the screaming, and it taught us to not scream at our kids.  In the house of our childhood, there were many "don't do this when you get older" moments and we learned them well.  Sometimes, instead of becoming that crazy person who is front and center in your life, you learn to watch carefully and do the opposite.  If you're a Seinfeld fan, you will remember George's opposite episode.  That's what my sister and I did.  Well, 12 years of therapy didn't hurt, either.  Soooooo, in addition to operating in opposite mode, one of our survival skills was a good sense of humor.  We love to laugh and we laugh a lot, even when things are down, really down, we can find some humor in it.  And I think that's a gift.  It has allowed me to get through some very hard times in life.  It's done the same for my sister, although I must say the enjoyment she gets from watching people fall down can sometimes make others thinks she's an uncaring psycho.  Hey!  Most of you enjoy a good fall, too, so don't judge!  Honestly, if she happened to be present during your fall, she would rush to help you up - after she hee hawed like a donkey for a few minutes.  This painting is in honor of my sister because we both reeeeely, reeeeely enjoy bizarre things.  And this is fairly whack.