"Who knew sitting on a cup could be so painful?"

When Wistie and I are bored, we tend to revert back to the same thing: we rassle. It's always a gamble who's going to win at any given moment. My strength is in my legs, hers is in her arms. The fact that she grew up an older sister and I a younger sister shapes the way we fight. I start to whine when things hurt and she starts saying things like "Bring it, Rowland!" and "Look at me! I'mma spit in your eye!" She really is quite the bully. My only saving grace tonight was a simple thing: I threw her back and she sat on a cup. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a cup. Still counts!