My sister is pregnant. It's that simple, but my parents won't tell me. I think they want to keep it a secret because she's still not out of the clear from a cancer scare. (She's about 7 weeks now)
Our friend from California confirmed to me that there is a bun in the oven, but I knew. Everyone in the damn house is just too cautious around me. The hints are all there. She's a smoker, all of a sudden she stopped. I offered her tequila, she refuses. They know that I know... just pretending that I don't know.
The reason I'm up at 5:30 besides my jog? My sister knocks on my door and asks me to make her chicken Alfredo. She's just so needy. Everything is, "Ryan remember that bread you bought? Buy it for me." Or "Ry, can you make me some cookies?" The best is a phone call from yesterday.
At the City looking at some stuff.
Me: What do you want?
Sister: Where are you?
Me: City, looking at some stuff. Why?
Sister: I was just hungry. How do you feel about chicken curry?
Me: Um... it's ok. I'm not cooking again, you need to learn to cook. Ask dad or something.
Sister: I like the way you make it better-
Sister: Bitch! Don't ever ask me for anything again!
Like I ever ask her for anything. I get home and sure enough the lazy sister is watching my dad make her the chicken curry.
Sister: Get me that bottle of vitamins on my vanity.
I get up and go to her room.
Me: Why do you have pre-natal vitamins? Are you pregnant? (I'm trying to get her to confess.)
Sister: Um... I... Um... Someone told me that if you take these it will make your boobs bigger. -nods head furiously-
Me: You're an idiot. I don't know why they let you pass the NCLEX.
Sister: Go to the corner and sell yourself.
This is just the beginning.